What's in a name
That isn't the same
As the one that you're given
From the day that you're driven
To the alter by dad
For good or for bad.
Every day you wake up
Right next to your pup
And the one that you love
Is standing above
Looking into your eye
And begins to cry.
But not from the grief
But from the memory of the reef
Where you two were wed
To move your life ahead.
YOU ARE READING
My poetry
PoetryRandom poetry I write whenever the topics vary widely. At this point, I much prefer free verse. While I occasionally use a rhyming scheme, or a sonnet, I will always opt for a free verse over them as I have discovered I have a knack for even talking...
