Shitty Poems

Sweet Things

Hand in hand walks

With the moon overhead,

The soft, tender kisses

Pressed to a forehead,

Popcorn and movies

Watched in the dark,

Romantic evenings

And walks in the park...

Poetry, prose and

Freshly cut flowers,

Reading in cafes

Together for hours,

Singing sweet love songs

While playing guitar,

Smiling and pointing

To a shooting star...

Wishing that life

Like this would go on,

Forever and ever

Never to be gone,

Rom coms and musicals

Watched on a computer,

Singing duets

Through boisterous laughter...

Texts late at night,

Knowing someone is there

When fate is cruel

And is ruled by despair,

Watching the sunset

And climbing up mountains,

Watching street performers,

Dancing 'round fountains...

Matching cups filled

With cocoa for each other,

Playful games: Truth Or Dare and

Would You Rather,

Necklaces and bracelets

And promise rings,

Sappy, romantic talk

And sweet nothings...

Sweet are all these things

They were sweet for me too,

But good things cannot last.

That much is true.

Sweet things expire.

And some things must be;

The fact remains:

These things are not for me.

A.N. Contrary to popular belief, I am actually capable of writing stuff that rhymes.