Ropes and Broken Hearts

My sister was an amazing poet. She wrote everything she felt, emotions and physical hurt. Recently, my mother found her hanging from the ceiling holding this in her hand:

Ropes and broken hearts

Why did you run away,

Regret me, neglect me in that way.

I gave you my heart, what did you do?

You broke it into two.

I'm questioning myself, am I that ugly?

As I grab the rope snuggly.

I've never cried like this, I never haven't.

It's sad, it's tragic.

I wish you could see

I wish you would love me!

But I should have known,

You would never love me so.

This is the end, I could never bear,

Being without you my dear.

Please just one last request may I share?

Don't break another heart, as I kick the chair.

Comments • 0

Loading comments...