Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jul 2015
I, fearfully, would have tried Us.
'We would be a disaster' you said.
I dreamt these golden-hued dreams
of us making it, outside of bed.

‘I’m dumping Her, and I’ve found another,
and now you have to go too.’
Only then did I finally get
that it was always only 'bout You.
affair, heartbreak
yvonne cleland
Written by
yvonne cleland  Sussex
(Sussex)   
339
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems