You Kicked, My Heart's, Own Butt. Poem by Michael Gale

You Kicked, My Heart's, Own Butt.



You were the one, the one I liked...
You were the one, the one for me.

You was the one, that i set on my lap...
You, later, was the one that, made me a sap.

That sap, was I, now duped for love...
I thought you were the one, sent from above.

Why did you, just spurn me on? ...
How could you, just, unburnt me, none?

What would you gain, from setting me free? ...
What would you do, who would you see?

Why stab the knife, deep into my heart? ...
And keep on tearing it, the farthest apart?

What would you, have to gain? ...
Why, would you give me, so much pain?

The wheels were turning, hardest, under your head...
That was the reason, that i ended up dead.

Yours, was the mere, main reason...
That, I've had all the unreasonably, heart burned, treason.

Upon my stone, will they engrave...
I was your, stupid, puppetry slave.

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Michael Gale

Michael Gale

Chicago Illinois/Oklahoma City.
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