My house, our house, now just gone.
You left me for nothing, just to die.
I lay awake in the nights so long,
And live each day just to cry.
Such dark and hell is this house.
Hidden in the shadows of my mind.
You were to someday be why spouse.
Who knew you'd be the leaving kind?
Now the emptiness just kills me.
Each day, heart pierced by a knife.
Waiting for what was ment to be.
For you to come back to my life.
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Comments
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A few errors, such as "lay" should be "lie" in the third line, but otherwise a good poem. I barely even noticed the rhyme (a good thing), it flowed without feeling forced. Well penned.

