Yup. Words that rhyme, Miserable ones. I should go do a limerick instead.

Tomorrows gone and moments lost

my foolishness paid such dear cost

and cold your heart beats ‘neath the frost,

neglected and forlorn.


And helpless still I stand and wait

through love, obsession, anger, hate

the path you walk that leaves my gate

feet ragged, red and torn.


These hearts they beat, betray with ease

the soul and mind and flesh to please

yet easy tossed upon the breeze

and dressed in black they mourn.


The back and forth, the give and take

the fire, desire, the longing ache

such foolish ways, the paths we take

until, at last, a dawn.





Author: Michael

Husband, dad,(ex)programmer, comic collector and proud Yorkshireman. I have no idea why im here or why im writing but i rather enjoy it. no great fan of punctuation;

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