Quiet eve in front of
The gogglebox
Musically wondrous
Mama Mia the time
When I was hopeful
Hopelessly in Love
With falling in/out
I wish I could’ve
Done more in
Those days of
Wonderfulness
When the feeling
Of I can do anything
Sprung from my
Naïve youthful ideas
And I honestly
Miss being able to
Fall out / in love
Knowing that this
Honest sentiment
Came from too
Much OxyContin in
My adder-sexed brain
Alas old cynical lady
Doubting that I can
Even remotely fall
In love ever again
Conclusion: death
Becomes her ladyship
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