My love, my love, ‘tis time for you to go.
I think I’ve had enough of you, and our parting shan’t be slow.
My love, my love, I’ll miss you for a while.
But methinks I’ll miss you a little less, ev’ry passing mile.
Tag: bad poetry
The night deepens as she walks.
The street empties. Shop lights fade.
Heels on concrete the only sound.
Click and scrape with each footfall.
A faun with a lion’s mien.
A girl in a woman’s shape.
Lost her way, lost in shadow.… Read the rest “”
Plan Ahead
When Sally came to stay They said “Boy, she’s gonna leave” They knew I’d been in sway You see, to girls who oft deceive But that’s not an option For sweet Miss Sally and me I’ve a few precautions Should her heart get a mind to flee Cords will bind her ankles A frown will adorn her lips Her hair all in tangles As bruises decorate her hips If ever she should dream Of a life beyond my sight I’ll show her what I mean About a love that’s worth the fight
Lament
Fragile, fragile, oh so fragile
Coming apart at the seams
Wasting away, gone any day
With eyes as dead as your dreams