Monday, December 21, 2015

Her Poetry

Her love was nothing but words

She was never as good as his kin

She was never on top of his list

She only wanted that house
She never cared at all for him

She was just a wrong choice
The one he had to put up with as his wife

But when she left this life
She left him her everything

That car they fought about
The house whose ever it was
Even the non-existant dreams

But with a love filled heart
She left him a precious thing

'Cause that is all she had
She left him her poetry

Just words... he always said.