LPC Round 54 open. Pick a title, create a poem. |
Sour Nothings Tell me those things, the little ones please The whispers you uttered that brought me to my knees Those lovely such somethings that seemed so perfect last night But seemed to vanish so quickly with morning’s first light. After you left later that day and I was again adrift It seems those words were erased when I needed the lift Is it really so hard just to pretend one more time That my world is your world, that your heart is mine? Now from your lips all I get are just sour nothings No soulful longing, no yearning, no stroking or touching Well YOU I can live without, and it will be my treat And I’ll find someone else, someone less guarded and sweet. Someone seduced by my playfulness, lured by my humor To prove that true love does exist and is not just a rumor I hope you find yours too, some day when you’re more prepared When your armor is lowered and you are less scared. |