#WritcoPoemPrompt57
It's also nice to listen to the sound of the waves every spring,
Especially when our hearts are drenched with stings,
Strange as it can be when you cling,
Now I know why you flap your wings,
You flap your wings because I was just a fling,
Now you're putting someone else's finger in a ring.
Oh! What a surprise!
No worries about my cries.
I was just a toy to you,
So now it's goodbye to you.

© tvisha