a completely Fictitious poem.
Expecting love
My eyes were watery
you did not see
and turned blind.
I kept expecting
care and love
that you never showed
and kept yourself busy
in your so- called office works.
Today I stand
somewhere beyond
that you ever thought of
and now you seek for
my closest attention
to focus on you
rather on my tasks.
You pretend to be the key person
but your are not
for you never cared
for your family
and kept yourself aloof.
I- a compassionate
an amorous-
woman.
You- a jerk
a lackadaisical-
a workaholic man.
T A Ramesh
This poem reflects reality very well! Life is not a bed of roses it reminds!
This poem reflects reality very well! Life is not a bed of roses it reminds!
James T. Adair
Sound less like love and more like hate. Leave him, you'll be happier
Sound less like love and more like hate. Leave him, you'll be happier
Sure! Now what? You are a great story teller... Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing