Derp

[Pigler]

Can't think of a title


I confess
elation I caress
I, a mess
in a well-suited dress

Just sitting here
embracing my fear
missing my dear
and her power over me sheer

A dark, empty place
you, hitting my heart with a mace
and the sweat all over my face
drips with silent grace

You gave me a second
towards my heart you beckoned
and I, once fecund
now broken, as you reckoned

A reason I cannot find
it's the deadliest thing on my mind
how could a man with sight ever be so blind?
I've been to you most kind

Now, I sit alone and reminiscince the times gone by
remembering all the things that went awry
but it's broken, between you and I
this, the last tear I dry
from your leaking, sky-grey eye

[serge gurkski]

love it!

Why?
Because i read it aloud (skip accents)
and your poem is growing by the line.
It is a Blues.

I don't care about rhymes. If you need them go for 'em.
But I am all into vocal dynamics and this text takes up speed by the line.

Thank you for the read.

(derp is a fine title)

cheers
serge

[Pigler]

Thank you!

[Leanne]

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