This poem means a lot to me.
It comes bound with memories of infatuation.
I would like to point out that I am NOT the author of this poem.
She has his love once, twice and threece;
His heart is lax, his soul at peace;
Brain’s opiate, mind’s release;
This sallow town, a once sated geese;
He hastened away, the bond did cease;
Brain’s opiate, mind’s release;
Back he is, this lonesome geese;
His heart awash and up for lease;
Brain’s opiate, mind’s release;
This scoundrel here tries to fleece;
Their hopes, dreams, on does he feasts;
Brain’s opiate, mind’s release;
Her soul to his, without a crease;
He longs for her, that he left to cease;
Brain’s opiate, mind’s release.
Thank-you.
