All The King's Horses

All the king's horses and all the king's men

Couldn't put our love back together again

You've broken the trust that acts as the glue

There's nothing to fix between me and you

The words that we used are now said in vain

The memories we grew are reminders of pain

The smiles that we shared are lost to the past

The promises we made, destined not to last

Our love has been banished because of your lies

Your repeated transgressions have broken all ties

"I'm sorry" to me is but a very old song

That tells of the things that always went wrong

A knight I was not, I made no such claim

I promised no fortune, I promised no fame

I promised no castle that stood on a hill

But yet you promised your love to me still

'Twas a dragon called lust that tore us apart

His flame of desire has captured your heart

And all the king's horses and all the king's men

Couldn't put our love back together again

Reviews

[Buniheart]

Simply, perfectly, book-worthy ;)

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Very well done expression of "finished"!

[Melobldnfr]

I agree with Squeezebox. What more can be said?

[hoonsha]

This was honestly brilliant. I enjoyed all of it. Just had to let you know.

[WhiteWillow]

Very, very clever.

[Katie Flores]

i really enjoyed the rhyme scheme, not over done like i tend to do. I could really connect with the sentiments that came through because i think almost everyone has been through a relationship like this, and the way you put them together was wonderfully put. :) great poem!

[Danielle]

This is such a great poem. Unique!

[joshua deathdealer]

The magnitude of this poem is amazing. Well done.

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the use of the King's Knights and the dragons in this poem. You made your point very clear. Sometime no going back after the damage is done. Thank you for the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Extant]

""I'm sorry" to me is but a very old song
That tells of the things that always went wrong"
You never say you're sorry unless you'll never do it again.

Lovely little rhymes indeed, and innocent but charred around the edges where the dragon of lust took hold.
For a love poem . . . I like it.