A poem about the choices in love that women tend to make.

Now my love, 

I’ve gotta say this now,

Your neglect hurt me deep,

Though, you’re not the first.    

I’ve been through it,

Too many times to count you see,

I felt so bad I thought it was me,

But then, I realized.                

I’m not at fault for your distaste,

But I regret giving you my time to waste,

Girl, you really need to grow up 

And maybe then I’ll show up, 

To, sweep you away.

Because I, Could have loved you forever,

But you decided to sever, 

Just toss, me to another day.  

Now former loves, 

You think you’re all unique,

You think you’re on top of all, 

Hubris, and pride deludes you,    

You’re simply standing,

In the middle of a long long line,

Of distasted former flames,

And you’ll be there, for a long long time,    

You know what you want, you say it every day,

But when you had it you threw it all away.  

Girls, you really need to grow up 

And maybe then I’ll show up, 

To, sweep you away.

Because you, Could have had your ideal love,

But you must have gotten sick of, 

My making you happy.

Now I’ve come to know, 

That I’m not really at fault,

I loved you as much as I could

And you, just didn’t want me.        

But your reasons,

Are your own thing

I’m not letting it affect me, 

Because, you simply blew it all

.                                                                                          

And I don’t care how much you plea,

Because frankly you don’t deserve me.  

Girls you need to really grow up,

For Prince Charming to show up, 

And sweep, you away.

Because in life, we all want love, 

But, we have to be worthy of, 

Reaching that happy day. 

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