THE BETROTHED
Hearken ye! Oh connubial lass,
Thou hath turned thy blissful love to a blizzard,
Twain years thou hath abad,
Thy coyish smile hath turned sour,
Thee knave man hath made thou.
Betwix good and bad rests thou's subconscious,
Love like a balc,
Sceadan ways should thee walk,
Asunder shall thy paths be forthwith,
Lest lies regret in thine heart.
YOU ARE READING
THE BOY ON THE BRIDGE.
PoesíaThe weakest ink harbors the strongest minds. A collection of thoughts that will blow your mind. Some emotions laced herein are quirky, any similarity to real characters is just a mere coincidence*
