Keeping With Fashion

There's been a rash of poetry on several of the blogs I go to now and then, so I decided to keep in fashion, and put down something I wrote not too long ago.

Grins.

Try not to damage my ego too much after reading it.


Buried Love
Bury love for it is dead
Nevermore to raise its head
“Asleep, not dead” is what they said
Believe I did
And a mockery of me it made

She raised a broken heart
Unknowingly
Then let it down
And shattered it
Into a million pieces
More than it was before

All unknowingly
And unkown to her

You’ll never love
Like I do you
You’ll never know
The things I do
You’ll never see
The devotion I subdue

All that remains
The remnants of an affection
Buried forever
In my heart