After hours past
I present to her, the ring
She is my future
Tears burn my eyes and
I let out an I love you
As she walks away
On the roof, I drop
Letting in another swig
As I tip over
Empty funeral
Looking down from the blue skies
She can go to hell
YOU ARE READING
I Do, She Doesn't.
PoetryMy poem is about a proposal turned down and a devastated man. It is made up of 4 haïkus, each at a different point in time.
