I’m remembering back to our wedding day
When I married who I never meant
It was wrong for my heart to give me away
Since I never did give my consent
In love, I’m a coward, yes I was afraid
It did damage that tore us apart
I hated the fact that your love I betrayed
But you never had me, just my heart
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Earl W. Pearl
I’ve been writing poetry (rhyming mostly) since about 2014 and have recently transitioned to writing novels and short stories. My poetry genres are faith, humor, social issues, politics, pretty much any subject matter.
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