Written by Jacob Ibrag
This ring is suppose to be everything.
Love that’ll last till death. Eternal bliss.
Yet there’s a pit forming in your insides.
Remembering his smile, you set the feeling
aside. Clenching your eyes shut, repressing
the tears. Useless. The truth is, you aren’t
his. You kiss his lips and think of the man
before him. The one that should’ve been.


Nice poem 👌
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Thanks 🙂
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Again infidelity?
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Good writing and picture!
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Thank you 🙂
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Wow! Nice.
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Thanks Malakhai 🙂
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You are welcome! Good stuff.
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ooof. poignant.
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Whoa!…Well done!
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Thanks Robert 🙂
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You’re well versed in writing life’s sadness. Certainly makes me wonder if you’ve recently acquired some of your own. Suppose it’s only for the writer to know.
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Hmm… the one [man] that got away.. Great poem! I feel it.. Love it!
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Thanks Anne 🙂
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I will reblog later when I get to my laptop ☺
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