For My Poor Swordfish

I'll post up the stuff about October soon, so you get a little insight into some of the stuff that sparked this. and I think I spelt disheveled wrong, sorry :P oh, and sorry about the mild swear word.

You bloody wore, just look what you've done

broken two hearts in the same day.

How cruel it must be when the one you love

doesn't love you in the same way.

But there's new hearts to be broken with each new day that dawns,

as you walk between the train lines and disheveled back lawns,

of the people who don't listen, still you know that they hear

each sob that breaks the night, they see each glistening tear.

But it's not moonlight nor stage lights

but a street lamps beam,

that guides you through this heartless and

cruel midwinter nights dream.

Bad thinks happen when I'm drunk, but things are worse when I'm sober.

I know deep down, nothings changed since October.

Reviews

[Michael Opoku-Addo]

I love this poem. Well done!