Tuesday, August 1, 2017

NICE BOY

I
Let this be a barren wasteland
Of dreams and sandy tides
Of driftwood, hopes, and lovers
That have been brushed aside


II
I gave my heart
To a sweet-talking boy
Who used a devilish smile
As his loving ploy
To charm the skirts
Above the heads
Of the many lovers
He never wed

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