Strange how every word is uttered
With an undertone of thought
From the bittersweet past
To the bloody ended farce.
One which pierces the senses
And dwells within the soul
We part with our sad sighs
Hoping one day we will meet again
with sweet smiles.
When her burning cross appears before me!
I drink the venom which was in we!
To poison the monster weeds of sorrow,
It kills the spritely seeds of tomorrow.
All I have left is the bad seed
Devoid of all that is in good stead
O those rosy thorns of life,
Sharper than the sharpest knife!
Another day, another tomorrow
Yet another thought I could borrow!
The notion of another me!
Is something only I can see!
She walks and talks
In the garden of earthly delights
She doesn’t know that I exist
A virgin vision of strange radiance
Impossible to resist!
She is beautiful and I am not
In my ugliness there lives a beauty spot.
Perhaps one day she may recognise me,
But that day could spell the end of we.
We must be careful who we share a room with.