Treasure Island

maria sudibyo

(280883 / parist van java)

A Midsummer Night's Dream


Oh, no!
I made mistake
with a guy whose tender smile
he asked me to the dance floor
and we moved in the line romantic waltz
his blue eyes were closer and closer to me

Oh, no!
what will papa tell to me?
in the front of my lovely fiancee
did Puck prick wrong charm again?
but who can bear his smooth whisper
I let him, I let him

he stole my first kiss
we lost in fairyland
but, baby blue
you won't get my heart
cause I give it to another

Oh, no!
everybody will get mad to me
a girl with irresistible feeling
I should dig a hole and live in
but my man grab me into his tight hold
'you'll give your last kiss for me! '

Oh, no!
I don't have a talent to be drama queen
Oh, no!
don't judge me like that
it's just a mistake like
in midsummer night's dream

Submitted: Wednesday, January 28, 2009

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  • Obinna Eruchie (6/16/2009 12:18:00 PM)

    You titled the poem after Shakespeare's fairy play, using one of the characters in this line 'did Puck prick wrong charm again? '. Wow, a dreamy way of losing yourself in the arms of another man. Interesting to read. (Report) Reply

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