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:
love the title you chose for it!!!!!!
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.
Your poem is a perfect demonstration of what can be done with this form.
All my vices have wily charms! That was wonderful and fun to read. Thanks for sharing it.
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