The night is at labour and the hour is dead,
Here lies I; live and wide in my bed.
A thousand rapiers prick my heart which once was whole and merry,
My most cherished tree has lost its cherry,
Fairer lass my lady was, but now lives like a tinted glass,
Which too impure cannot say it once was,
My only womb has a babe passed!
But why? Fate to my happiness is never just.
But what did I expect Ho!
When my most youthful days are bound to woe,
When pain seems to cave under my brow,
When my destiny dances and dines with the crow?
Those lusty deeds have me undone,
Should I tell a sister or brother?
Soft but why bother?
To marry now, is to inherit the father,
Even before mine seeds grow harder!
My Womb has a babe passed I know.
STAI LEGGENDO
Teenage Eyes
PoesiaLife through a teenager's eyes is filled with baffling complications. Personal relationships, morality dilemmas, love and lust, courage quests, the feeling of growth, need for privacy...lets take one more look through our Teenage Eyes.
