Wanna Get Married?

Afternoon, all. Here I am now, again, sitting here. I am thinking, wondering maybe. Dreaming of dark hair and red lips. Satisfied and unsatisfied, finding not that which I’d like to find when I go looking. Please enjoy the poem, friends.

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Some Kind of Relationship

Do you think there’s someone out there?

Someone who just knows where?

They’ve found their place and it’s with you.

Just a table set for two.

An aching, tired body,

battered and bruised.

I sleep as soundly as I can,

for only in my sleep do I heal,

for only in my sleep do I not feel.

As heart it twists and stomach it turns

That feeling inside,

that something that burns.

Forget-me-nots come in with the tide.

The onion-hat of sultans sits so sublimely on his head.

A man who now alone rests among the dead.

Like before I’ve said,

all the gold’s been turned to lead.