Very Bad Poetry

What should I do if I never wake
the last breath of air I take
will be the one letting you know
that if I had a choice, I'd never let you go


but this isn't my last breath of air
so don't go acting like you care
our love was nothing, after all
you picked me up to watch me fall


This bitter heart of mine
was loved, at one time
you were my everything
my reason to keep breathing


but you went and ruined this,
this love, a well known bliss
but our love was nothing, after all
you picked me up to watch me fall


The bond between us two
was rare, shared by far to few
it was amazing, a precious treasure
but was quickly removed by too much pressure


you took my words, only for you
and used them, now they're gone, used and untrue
yes, our love was nothing after all
you picked me up to watch me fall


What would you do if I never woke
would you use the words you spoke
the words you used to let me know
that if you had a choice, you'd never let me go


but this isn't the last time I'll ever wake
it's not the last breath of air I'll take
you pick me up to watch me fall
'Cause our "love" was nothing after all.

Jean Hall has published another poem since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Jean's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Jean's latest works: