P.S.

It all started with the letter

It all ended with the dawn

My heart was just a martyr

My aim was never on

It all started with the letter

It all ended with the night

You took me in so lightly

Threw me out without a fight

It all ends with a letter

Post scripted I love you

Though it's crooked in it's meaning

It still means something true

Though this page is just a paper

It holds the essence of my heart

In scribbles of black ink pen

It's the ending to the start

 

Reviews

[Clark]

I'm in love with the cadence of this poem, and the repetition of the initial line but with a different follow up.
My favourite lines are, "My heart was just a martyr/My aim was never on."
Nicely done.

[ATG]

I like this poem. It was very interesting and well written. I enjoyed reading it.

[Night Personified]

love it !