Oh, my Darling,
You've let yourself go.
How much we'd miss you,
You'll never know.
Perhaps it is nonsense,
Maybe you're just a mess.
Your burdens are calling,
They tug at your dress.
Such a shame,
The harm society can do.
We've all fallen in,
All the talk is never new.
But if you sing
Just to hear your voice,
The birds will listen,
They don't have a choice.
Last two lines are gold :)
ReplyDeleteWhy, thank you! :)
DeleteHaven't commented in quite a while but I've read every post anyway! Now I just had to stand up to say that this good... Also, I really like it when they refer to people in poems as "darling" :D
ReplyDeleteIt means a lot just to know that you're reading whatever it is I post on here! And thank you. :) I find the word 'darling' to be so elegant.
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