#shipsandcaptainsfirstmates
...to swear he never was its captain. Do NOT say anything to me, right now.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMCXLVIII)
Trust. How black liars press you for that sense
I canna find e'en face to face'd avail.
Friends smile sae warmly, crucify the pale
Thing known as me in just a trice, and thence
Swear that, "I'll miss your smile, Dear," for intents
Upon their honour making plans to hail
Sweet minutes next together, and oh! they'll
Be scandalized to see I wrote this, whence?
I'm never good enough for love. Tis poor.
He sez he'll war with gods to have me, to
Abort the thing called US more times than you
Can guess. Old men court favour as it were,
And I've givn up on breathing's grandeur. Cure?
"Trust in the LORD with all thine heart" will do.*
11May18b
May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 5:59 PM UTC