Forever let me know the cold.
Leave me devotion,
control my side,
a surprise is just infatuation.
Love is dancing so appealing:
rocking and reeling.
How did it happen on my mind?
Hold, and tell how they keep hearts
just more crazy all another.
Today word the passionless play forever.
Let that cold leave alone.
Show devotion control on my surprise.
“Love is infatuation.”
I say, dancing the stop today.
My word: the passionless play
across the nation.
Dancing across...
I am the best thing you've never heard of.
I hold a Bachelor's in English, History and Secondary Education, and a Master's in English: Creative Writing, though my appearance belies intelligence.
My goal in life is to write and to be read. It's a modest stretch by most imaginations.
To most I'm amazing.
It all depends on your definition of literary merit.
All poems contained on this blog are ©Thomas Boersma unless otherwise noted.
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Poem-A-Day: Day 409
Love is a Loser
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