Thursday, July 19, 2007

Qualm

We were so happy at the start
What happened to you and me?
That’s why I must depart


You told me I filled your heart
This certainly could not be
I know we are falling apart


Sometimes with you I feel like a Tart
But I guess you couldn’t see
That’s why I must depart


Sometimes your words were as sharp as a dart
You would make up and give me a key
I know we are falling apart


You were my beautiful piece of art
But that was something you used to be
That’s why I must depart


You never wanted us to part
You would never let me flee
I know that we are falling apart
That’s why I must depart

3 comments:

Jeff said...

"Qualm" is my favorite word! Nice job with the title. I should actually read the poem.

Gina said...

I'm sorry, but I don't understand why you feel like a Tart. What is that supposed to mean??? I'm confused. TELL ME!!!!

Oh, by the way, nice villanelle. :)

Bela said...

Great poem! One question: Why do you feel like a tart?