John Thorkild Ellison

Rookie - 113 Points (17/04/51 / Edinburgh)

Breaking Up - Poem by John Thorkild Ellison

What will you do when your love really ends?
Can you rely on your so-called friends?
Or is it a question of 'Well, it just depends
On whether I can get a baby-sitter'?
No wonder you feel so f*cked-up and bitter,
Your girl two-timed you and you wanted to hit her -
That's unacceptable and she'd call the police,
You're angry and scared, you just want some peace
To work it all out and find a solution,
There's no need to start a damn revolution!
She was always so 'clever', always knew best,
But from her innocent smiles you would never have guessed
Her talent for b*tching and being a pest,
No wonder her mum and dad were distressed!
She liked to make out she was the boss
So ditching her now's not exactly a loss,
But will anything ever be the same as the bliss
Of the fire and the passion of her first sweet kiss?
Look at it now, Spring's tenderest flower,
It blooms and it withers in the space of an hour.

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Comments about Breaking Up by John Thorkild Ellison

  • Sharad Juneja (4/20/2012 7:41:00 AM)


    really amazing Sir John... it's beautiful (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 19, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 19, 2012


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