author unknown Poems
|2.||The Promising Future Of A Spinster||1/16/2008|
|3.||Flat Out Tired Of This Broken World||9/29/2007|
|4.||Untitled For The Hopeless||9/6/2007|
|5.||This One Goes Out To The Bird I Thought Of||2/29/2008|
|6.||Here We Are Together||9/16/2007|
|7.||On The Concept Of Time||8/16/2007|
|8.||Nothing But Love||9/1/2007|
|10.||My Three Lovers||9/5/2007|
My Three Lovers
I cannot remember Yesterday,
He went away.
I asked him what the trouble was,
He would not say;
Just looked at me with a cool kind of conviction,
Wishing things were different,
As he slowly walked away.
Oh! How today bores me!
I can read his mind!
Certainly don't have yesterday's
He told me straightforwardly
Oh! He loved me so!
But I told him that it was
Time to go.
Now, Future has a sacred face,
He sneaks and sneaks around.
When I wish to never see his trace,
He lingers for a mile.
He whispers sad tales of ...