by Melody Evans
I wrote her a poem
I bared my soul
It was raw
I gave her my soul
She put it in her bag
Where it stayed
She hasn't read it
2 weeks on
Rejection again
Couldn't be bothered
To read the words of her child
It hurts
I try to empathise
But whatever way I look at it
There is no excuse
She knew what it meant to me
But still didn't make the time
She has rejected me
She has rejected my soul
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