She keeps her flowers
Beside her bed
And reads the messages
He never said
His name still flickers
Across her phone
She waits till midnight
To wait alone
He swears he loves her
Then turns away
He calls her darling
Then will not stay
Her father tells her
To guard her heart
But fathers seldom
Know where to start
She walks where street lights
Stain the stream
And hears the traffic
Inside her dream
By dawn they’re posting
What no one knew
And Hamlet whispers
I loved her too
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False promises and broken hearts make up this poem. Love listens to no advice. Well done
Dionysian66, damn. Ophelia didn’t need WiFi, but apparently she would have fit right into our age of unread messages, half-assed affection, and everybody learning the truth after it’s too late. That final Hamlet whisper is brutal. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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