“Sonnet of a Jilted Lover…”

“Sonnet of a Jilted Lover…”

The winter wind is chilling to the bone.
I feel it whisper underneath my door.
At times like this, I wish I weren’t alone,
But I could not be with you anymore.

You were my warmth; you made my house a home.
I thought together, we could have it all.
But such was not to be, you had to roam.
You’d promised ME your love, don’t you recall?

Oh well, I guess that we weren’t meant to be
For now you’re gone and I’m here by myself.
Now you have what you want; you’ve been set free.
I’m left with just your picture on the shelf.

I should be glad the cold wind chills my nose.
It keeps the smell down as you decompose.


(** Note: Don’t get mad, get even!) ... ...

Shakespearean sonnet form
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