I managed life, dodging Cupid’s arrows
But now i am pierced deep to the marrow
I walk this happy town wrecked, racked and ruined
Laid low by a love concluded too soon
I will pull my house down upon my head
Clothe my bruised body in ashes and dread
My lips will not draw again a true smile
Nor laugh, at least not for a long, long while
Where do I channel this crushing rancour
I do not think I can walk one mile more
Or gulp down enough 12 year old, single malt
Pondering where to lay blame, who to fault
Give me the strength and patience, Lord, I pray
To find myself in songs by David Grey
‘Cause I miss Her every goddamn day
And I know not where else my heart to lay
#poem #love #onlinedating #middleageddating
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Beautiful poem. Love the rhyme of “malt” with “fault”. Sorry you are hurting.
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Thanks, very kind!
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