Fixed. With 9-6-7-8 measure each stanza.
I dun think this is one of my 'best' poems. That's just how I feel. This is, obviously, like a sequel to my previous poem, The Tiny Escape Route.
This is how I--or anyone--feel when I didn't get what I need or expect to have.
Person dedicated to can read between the lines of all my poems but doesn't know it's for you (person dedicated to). *sigh*
An eternal embrace from you, love
Was all I'm asking of.
But it turns out different;
Nothing I could've ever ask.
The waiting seems to come to its end
For my simple desire.
Something I cannot fathom
My love can ever give to me.
A bouquet of icepicks through my heart
The loving heart of mine
My Cariad handed me
This ended my heart beats for you.
PLAGIARISM is a big NO-NO!!
End.
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