Darling,
Darling, you were charming,
But I found it quite alarming how you kept me from disarming,
All the things you said weren't harming,
Now you'll fear what I am arming,
Maybe you'll find my words alarming, for a bullet can be harming,
Such a pity you were charming,
I really hate to kill my darling.
YOU ARE READING
For the dead poets
PoetryA miscellaneous collection of thoughts I figured out by writing. All original poems.
