Entry:
an encounter we would never forget
of the sons and daughters who beget
love or misery, it was a bet
we did not know what we would get
my eyes set on your beauty
i felt it was my duty
to whisper words from the lovely
of when they were forty
we would never be
there would always be a fee
for those who could see
"we were always meant to be"
and so you fell
into a slumber, but to no hell
and you were breathing, it was a tell
i did not know, i rang the bell
of death's door
to those who sell
/p.s of when they were forty - wise
to those who sell - sold their souls
Date & Time: Thursday, May 2, 2013, 1:49 AM