Thursday, January 24, 2008

shoo!


The stinging pain is incomplete
til' I hold you in my arms
tis' then your vice gets hold of me
you use your wily charms

I feel that you are what I need
despite my inner plea
you use your wily charms
tis' then your vice gets hold of me

Just when I'm ripe to forget you
stop swallowing your harms
tis' then your vice gets hold of me
you use your wily charms

If I could only let you go
that day I would be free
you use your wily charms
tis' then your vice gets hold of me

4 comments:

paisley said...

love the title you chose for it!!!!!!

Michelle Johnson said...

What a wonderful poem. Longing for that separation and the lady turns on her charms again. Thanks for sharing this wonderful poem. Have a nice night.

watermaid said...

Your poem is a perfect demonstration of what can be done with this form.

Scott Clawson said...

All my vices have wily charms! That was wonderful and fun to read. Thanks for sharing it.