A Young Romantic Hits the High Notes

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A Young Romantic Hits the High Notes

 
I stand on the edge of a cliché,
holding another as it aches with dismay,
and so I go anon and moan,
it matters not that I groan,
or after all I have invested, I am alone!
Please, leave me, have no care,
but my I ask, did you do something to your hair?
If I had such beautiful hair as you possess,
I think I would not now be so depressed,
though I guess you know as once you were my friend,
and even though you hate me now, your presence would help me mend.
Yet, I know by dent of my sins I deserve no compassion,
oh for the time, when I was young and dashing. 
 
 
–Erthona
 
 
©2015

Hi, The last line threw me because I read the poem from the title and was expecting the N to be young. Anon was nice if you wanted to use an archaic word that made no sense in its sentence, but I turned it to anonymous in my head which led me down a different path. Did you mean one or the other?

Oh, woe is me I've lost my love.
I thought he came from up above
but he was just a lowly snake
who caused my precious heart to break.
I, of course, deserve no blame;
it's he who should be racked by shame,
he's thrown away the perfect me.
He'll realize as the rolling sea
spits back my lifeless body, dead,
that it will all be on his head.

I know it was the lovely cliche you were addressing but I just couldn't resist the drama. Is it Valentine's Day yet?