Oh listen to this silly broken heart
of a woman so tiny as tart
ever wanting to impart
why she always fall apart
pierced heart by a sharp dart.
She’s always in her bed
shaking him off her head.
At times, she paints him red
to lament all pains unsaid.
But then she sneers
both eyes with tears
and her friends come with cheers
to end the night with more beers.
Oh! dear, I am afraid that all those
Cheers and beers.
Will only hide her fears,
Then come more tears.
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…try painting him a different color. I’m guessing Black & Yellow..That way he’ll find his one Tulip
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Lovely poems.
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Thank you for actually reading me. Appreciate it.
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I like your posts. Keep blogging.
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Now that I know someone is actually reading me, I sure will. Thanks ever for THIS! 🙂
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