A Lover's Fight Poem by Macwolls Kay

A Lover's Fight



Sweet sixteen, she had a dream
Fast asleep her mind a drift
A handsome prince comes riding by
In his arms, to the palace,
Maids and servants banquets and balls.

But then of age, no prince on a horse
Endless lovers trickling through
I won the race, I got the prize
Wedding vows seal my fate.

She makes me toss and turn each night
She says my snore breaks her rest
Screams and yells, the walls stand shy
If this for love I want no more.

We've lost the spark, the kiss is dry
She spends too much, and nags all day
She hates my look, she hates my style.

We've never fought like this before
We always talked a lover's talk
It looks to me this love is dead
We've killed the passion, we've lost the warmth.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Neela Nath Das 29 April 2012

A picture of broken marriage, shattered dream! Very nice1

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