Roll With The Punches Poem by Danny The Dreamer Boyd
Roll With The Punches
Why don't you live with me and be my love?
Why can't we put behind our main constraint?
I voice in vain my tormenting complaint:
Mayhap I hope that it may make you move,
Or feeble feelings I just try to prove.—
Refrain and they would only grow more faint,
Now's not the time to exercise restraint:
We're hanging by a thread; we won't improve! —
Why don't you be my love and live with me?
E'en if we're pressured by society;
It's not like Eden waits for us next door! —
We live in Hell; ‘tis time to decorate!
Misfit; I've had my share of this damn state.—
Perhaps, oh, we—or I—should be no more.
who IS that handsome guy/gal in the 'photo'? not you, i dare say? the first and ninth lines 'ring a bell'! ha ha. your topics fit the poem nicely. i 'love' the alliteration: Or feeble feelings I just try to prove.— if your type of 'decorating' is represented by the seated figure, no wonder 'she/he' isn't interested! ! ! ! yikes! ! ! (to be continued) .......
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(continued) ..........suicide should always be an 'option' available to people i think, but with counseling and a sober mind/body recommended beforehand. ah well, it is 'not acceptable' widely, i think. it IS pretty final.......maybe? to MyPoemList. bri :) ................................if one can manage to do it, rolling with the punches can be an acceptable alternative.........