Poetry

Saturday, 18 December 2021

When we grew out of love

 We grew out of love

I guess that things have changed

The purse was not enough

And your lips were strained

The colours of the dove


All this whiteness turns to grey

When we grew out of love

On the Christmas day


The murmurings were stuffed



The Turkey paved the way

I craved for oven gloves

You said that I would pay



But it was not enough

It was trodden in the clay

When we grew out of love

On that Christmas day


We shot stars above 

With our arrows' aim

And the lord he did cough



When his light was hidden away

Shine on, shine though it's tough

When things don't go your way



But we grew out of love

On that Christmas day

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