Love Poem: The Man Ill Not Forget
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Written by: Steven Mitchell

The Man Ill Not Forget

of all the people whose paths crossed mine
theres one ill not forget
he always swore hed forever be single
until the day his true love he met
the change it was dramatic
no longer parties and late nights
he gave up most of his close friends
to his true loves great delight

he no longer thought for himself
he was blinded by loves snare
dark was what was developing
black was the color of her hair
some tried to advise him
that all may not be what it seems
but he dismissed them all with malice
who dare besmirch this girl of his dreams

i heard it on the grapevine
where all bad news gets broadcast
he came home from work one day early
what he seen hit him like a shotgun blast
his true love was wrapped in another
in his bed in his place
what really broke this man apart
was the smile she wore on her face

the rest was like a trainwreck
he deterioated so fast
he never washed he barely spoke
his true love now a painful past
his face was now barely disguising
the hurt and anguish he carried inside
newspapers called it an accident
but we all knew it was suicide