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
Thursday, July 19, 2007
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3 comments:
"Qualm" is my favorite word! Nice job with the title. I should actually read the poem.
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. :)
Great poem! One question: Why do you feel like a tart?
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