Sunday, September 20, 2009

A Poem

I have written a poem. I just sat down and began writing, and this is what came out. Please don't burden me with questions asking me what troubles me this time, it's only a poem...

Mistletoe upon the floor,
Love’s gift cast aside.
She waits for him, by the door,
his forgotten bride.

“And was it just a year ago?”
The tearful maiden sighs,
“Love’s a fickle friend and foe
When to the heart it lies.”

And now, he will not come again,
The summer’s reached its close,
And she cares not for other men,
This swiftly-fading rose.

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