I tried acting hard with thug like tendencies,
I thought it a crucial component to her late night fantasies,
At first she responded with many a sexual favour,
I reacted in kind pleasing her with lustful labour,
This was not my true nature and I was fearful to be found out,
I'm a romantic nerd at heart with no street credit clout,
We carried on this way through wedding bells and birth of our son,
I came to find this crass tack wasn't the way our war would be won,
Post partum depression had rearranged her faculties,
I failed to notice her need for tender practicalities,
Her wedding dress train then went off the rails,
My patience wore thin from multiple repair fails,
She just couldn't stand to look me in the eyes anymore,
My lackadaisical attitude didn't want to know what for,
In that moment the only answer was separation,
Despite me still wanting therapeutic reparation,
Thinking back though, through eyes of advancing age,
I should've put my foot down on this exact page,
In the story book of my little family that I still want reunited,
I should have fought harder until her feelings were requited,
Nevertheless I've narrowed our failure down to this era in time,
If I could rewind the clock I'd make our true love poem rhyme,
Then today I'd be smiling instead of crying over spilled milk,
Our family flying through the skies on magic carpet made of silk.
~ Farls Tokley
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Lovelorn Lad
PoetryWARNING: A few of these poems are not suited for children. The following is a collection of poems that are a fair representation of feelings I had and have for a special person or two. As well as a few scattered memories of one night interludes.
