Sometimes I am quite deliberate in my poetry writing. Sometimes when I start to write a poem I start with just a phrase or couple of lines and have no idea where it is going to go. This was one of those poems, it wasn’t really until I reached the last verse that the pieces fell into place.
I took my lover to the sea
Where I made him beg to marry me
I grasped the heart he proffered me
And flung it hence into the sea.
I took my lover near the sky
And made him look into my eye
And swear to love me til he die
Then I did poke him in the eye
I took my lover atop the hill
And begged to know if he did still
Love me for sufficient thrill,
I threw my lover down the hill
I knew my lover was not true
And felt the sting of trust eschewed
I did what I had to do
To heal the heart he’d rent in two.
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