You were good to me,
That is how I remember you
As I stare at the morning dew
And the sky so tenderly blue.
You were good to me,
So unlike the many others
Who painted me with drab colours
And drowned me under the covers.
You were good to me,
Loving me when no one else dared,
Valued all the young time we shared,
And yet we weren't meant to be paired.
You were good to me,
You with the aura so golden -
You left me with my heart swollen,
Affection dashed and broken.
As I smile at your memory,
My own longing for purity,
My own wish for simplicity,
I just think: he was good to me.
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My Own Tangle of Thorns
Poetry'Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.' I have always loved this quote. I have always loved Lolita. How the cruellest things i...
