What can she give you that I can't give?
We were supposed to be getting married tomorrow,
Did I not give it my all?
Was I not worth your commitment?
There is no more love,
Our vows are broken,
We have nothing,
Go!
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Carol Ann Townend
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I hate it when people leave or worse, cheat before they leave. Loved your poem
A lovely and sorrowful piece of work. Well done. ❤️