An old hag, I tell ya,
She read my palm,
And revealed it.
That only momentary pleasures,
Were written in my destiny,
Of varying measures.
I agree to some extent,
Only torment is permanent,
As pleasures are just temporary.
Lost within myself they often get,
Like a delightful chocolate bar,
Akin to one from a beer bar.
Dissatisfied with every happiness,
Half filled with unspilled tears,
The other half of lost years.
May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 1:14 AM UTC
An old hag, I tell ya,
She read my palm,
And revealed it.
That only momentary pleasures,
Were written in my destiny,
Of varying measures.
I agree to some extent,
Only torment is permanent,
As pleasures are just temporary.
Lost within myself they often get,
Like a delightful chocolate bar,
Akin to one from a beer bar.
Dissatisfied with every happiness,
Half filled with unspilled tears,
The other half of lost years.
