A thought for today:
“when jealousy rises it’s ugly head even the ones we love become our enemies”
Well I guess I can’t help it, it’ time for poetry, it’s in my blood I guess 🙂
Separation at Will
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Pardon me love, I have to bar
These emotions can’t be reborn
For soon we would be afar
And lost on dilemma’s horn
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Won’t be fair for you to tangle
Up in my web and hang your dream
Even though our urge to mingle
Is so strong not to deem
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You’re to me a gentle blossom
Which needs it’s fair share to grow
I can hold you close to bosom
Then would have to let you go
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Again I sit here alone and sore
By the beach listening to a song
Telling me “this affair is wrong”
Some drummers across the shore
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But, how hard it is for me to halt
Feelings I have for you still
What magic have you, an’ what spell
To scoop me out of the lot?
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Farewell; my tongue says farewell
Although my heart never will
I can take a horse to a fount
But he won’t drink at my will
Mother Earth Separation, blood, money
by Derek R. Audette
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