Melancoly Days Of Wine And Laugher Poem by Wilfred Mellers

Melancoly Days Of Wine And Laugher



Melancholy days of Wine and Laughter
Written by: Wilfred Charles Mellers, Thursday, March 8,2012, @ 12: 28 PM

A fool I was to let you go I know
Blinded by the light I gave up without a fight
On me, you depended and sadly it ended
Never gave you want you wanted
I took you for granted

Melancholy comes to the eyes I disguised
For me you once certainly despised
I let you down and shut you out without a doubt
Should've kept you in for that is mine sin
Should‘ve showed more support for life is short

Tears dropp over Niagara Falls for I feel so small
Living without you is a crime I must do the time
Treated you badly when I need you madly
Such a jester to give up my prize so unwise
I was gone long before you left know the tears I've wept

The guilt falls squarely on me for I let it be
Years I regret losing the most beautiful creature I've met
The fool has learned for the years I've burned
Engulfed by the fire from the heart's desire
Sweet are such memories of the adoration's I still carry
Such mysticism I you the first I questioned to marry

Although we are apart you still have my heart
The waters perchance muddy and happier you maybe
A clown so passive aggressive with no sensible motive
Kindling flames of passion I certainly not creative
It comes to me as no surprise that weary besets mine eyes

Pondering too late to set the record straight
For you I once lived so please find it in your heart to forgive
Best of friends perhaps now sincerely chances are I confess
Thoughts far too long on my chest they rest

And now for another passions burn
Lessons taught well I've learned
On you my back I once had turned
The loving you gave I once spurned
Till death do us and we certainly did part
A special place still resides for you in my heart

Thursday, March 8, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: sad love
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Wilfred Mellers

Wilfred Mellers

Kinston, Jamaica, West Indies
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