Poetry

Wednesday, 5 January 2022

Cross my heart

 I've fallen for a ghost

She's the one

I loved the most

She comes and goes inside my house

I Think she's a lion

Next thing she's a mouse

I cannot put my finger on her

The fact, the fact but never the cure


Cross your heart and hope to die

Give me life

Take my eye

See myself unqualified

Through the spyglass

There I lie


Take this ruffled neck of dog

Shake the hair

And drink the grog

I am most

When I am least

Give me less like a beast

Make thirst, oh make me cry

Sing me your mean lullaby


I have hurt the ghost

Have I 

Extinguished the fire 

In your eye

I am a killer of love

I kill love

Like a butterfly

I dash its wings

make sure it can't fly

I have killed my love and I

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