Stick Or Bust

Stick or Bust

I married my heart to you
I pinned it to the wall
You can crush it like a flower.
Cos the way I'm feeling
It now doesn't, really matter
It was freely, given
And yours equally
You didn't have to barter
I gave you, it willingly at cost
Hoping you would make
The most of it, and you did.
Now it's stick or bust
Or do you twist,
And have I lost?

by Mark Heathcote

Comments (1)

You fell in love with poetry and gave your heart completely- - -In pure love, there is 'Giving''without expecting the 'Return''This feeling is a reward in itself.Thanks for sharing this amazing poem.