She squandered her contentment
on a boy with golden hair
and eyes so blue
they made her do
some things she shouldn’t dare,
but then she felt resentment
from her family and friends,
they asked her why
and her reply—
“A lonely heart pretends.”
And such was her presentment
that they all began to bawl
as everyone
had now begun
preparing for the fall.
Love the rhythm of the rhyme in this one. This is a great poem! Love it!
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Thanks Carrie it just popped in my head yesterday.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Carrie :)
ReplyDeleteNice one!
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Dimps