Blank empty Post cards that can never be written
Flowers and gifts that can never be given
A million excuses, we've had to find
So all the real reasons, won't 'blow their mind'
Our minutes together all have to be planned
Or else we'll be finished, and all our lives damned
All I can give is my Heart that's so true
And a promise my Love, I'll never, leave you...
This is in the Love category yet it is so sad....to have a love that you have to hide and sneek to see brought tears to my eyes. The poem is very well crafted the rhyme and flow are spot on...Great job!
You posted two at once, that is a first.
For a moment I thought Mrs Edwards was having competition of kinds, but in the comments I saw it was about a third party.
What to say about the content? Everything goes, or so it seems these days.