Jumping For Love Poem by Amera Andersen

I was your love, I won’t let you forget
you abducted my heart then broke your pledge.
What you said to me; you will soon regret,
you tore me apart, drove me to the edge.
You think that it’s over you think I’m no threat;
I feel the pow’r as I stand on this ledge.
The pain you inflicted, now in remission,
as I perch on this ledge, of cold perdition.

I look down on your deeds, I see your hate;
soaring above I brush the face of a cloud.
Just one little step determines my fate,
with my cold dead body, dressed in a shroud.
We once had a chance but now it’s too late;
you see what you’ve done! I hope you feel proud.
I gave you my all, now here, take my life,
I'll die for you, if I can’t be your wife.

Just one little step for my mind is numb,
the ground rushes up, it happens so fast.
I finally feel free from what I’ve become;
I fell for a love I knew would not last,
yet fall to my death much faster than some.
It now has ended, the die has been cast.
I’m mounting the sky with angels above;
I hate you so much, I give you my love.


Author notes -

Ottava Rima:
An Ottava Rima is a poem written in 8-line octaves. Each line is of a 10 or 11 syllable count in the following rhyme scheme:
one octave poem. abababcc
two octave poem. abababcc, dededeff
three octave poem. abababcc, dededeff, ghghghii