Ha. I've too much stacked up on all accounts for your feeble dispute, if any, to be heard.
He led me on a wild goose chase, to thence Look was't half sheepish, 'fessing in betrayl Twas all a ruse. No kisses either, pale Night bitter, though alive and listning hence Mair keenly than I cared t'acknowledge, sense Upon its honour as a watchman they'll Arraign for sleeping on his post, t'avail I had a ball despite was't ill intents? What DOES "I love you" signify as twere? Folk never knew what was afoot 'til to Effect twas: over. He's most chummy fer Good show now my heart's lost. The weeks we two Spent in a whirlwind romance are gone, poor As his late overtures who can not woo.
Dontcha jist LOVE the stinking reality of that title?!
Laughable, the worst part being our complete denial is it?
So we discussed--I can't remember hence. Snow falling through the hours likeas a veil Beyond which naught 'cept white was in betrayl Seen from this vantage. Sip espresso thence In silence those wee flakes knew for intents, And oh! what did the minutes know? In pale Hours white, white, white half haunted, to avail The Scriptures like a tete-a-tete for sense. Dreams of tomorrow in my noggin tour, 'Non swirling like to crystallize the view That will be done by now, I spose. Tis poor To thus rehearse, and lo, I lost all too When, after dinner'd cull a hiccup fer Our prayrs. Our lives are what? a vapour. Ooh.
Perhaps the funniest thing is that final note in L14: I made my bed to that this morning, that fact lending flavour to what followed, interestingly.
Yes I want to love you, but where do I Start? With your mind? yes, we can become entwined Your eyes that change color, not far apart or your lips that are the color of rose or maybe your nose? small, round an cute, just like art your round tummy or your small toes I can't choose, I love all of me Right down to my beating heart
So many definite “no”s in the world But are we in the position to be definite Definitely I mean There’s no way we can guarantee A future for you and me 123 That order can change when we want It’s a paradox Think about a lot Didn’t we beat the odds just to be here? Don’t feel fear Because when they say no We say yes When they go low We take the test So next time you tell me no Rethink your statement though Because you might disappear We all might soon And this ******* world Might be our doom So go do the little things Say yes, don’t stress Because in the grand scheme of things you’re Just a **** speck
I wrote this as a rap, not a poem, but I suppose it can be either