I wrote a song in the middle of the night
of broken hearts and sad souls
Why we fall so miserably for our emotions
Wanting, needing, grabbing, feeding affection
It could be lust, infatuation
Just doesn’t let us think
And we sing a song in the middle of the night
A shop selling love
Is ‘To Let’
Previous owner fled
Too many unsatisfied
Ungrateful souls
Traded lust
Wanted affection
No returns
No satisfaction
Affection passionately shown
Shame left alone
Happiness reflected
Jealousy deflected
Pains, aches hidden
frowns get ridden
Envy deflated
Modesty inflated
Destiny reckoned
Knowledge beaconed
Lust utterly weakened
Friends tightly hugged
Experiences pursued rugged
Family immensely loved,
Lovers intimately kissed
deceased dearly missed
Life enjoyably passed
it will not last, for long
affection so deep
even angels weep
when she cries in pain
having lost you again
for a moment or two
an adventure a start
perhaps nothing for you
could break her heart
don’t go too deep
don’t fly too far
you should know
how mothers are
loving caring
deep endearing
heartache bearing
they laugh with your smile
stressed when you are sad
killing anything bad
comes near you
even within a mile
value every moment
with her deeply
love her steeply
nature forgets you
when she is gone
you are all alone
and no one left whole
who will get you
what you want
by happily, merrily
selling her soul
memories longing forgiveness
when nothing could be done
to undo, relive past
why time and tide
ebbs, flows fast
leaving no moment
to reflect, adjust, adapt
errors of judgement,
random acts of subterfuge,
insensitive words deluge,
destroy what is near, dear
to the heart and soul
nothing remains untouched, whole
only too much time to reflect
your loneliness
What is love
Passion cove
What is hate
Emotions sate
What is fate
Destiny date
What is life
Flux and strife
What is affection
Resigned attention
What is desire
Something I admire
What is lust
Kissing must
What is strength
Patience at length
What is weak
A quick squeak
Friends, foes?
High and lows
What is work
Sitting dork
Or, Perhaps,
What is love
Burning stove
What is hate
Snakes crate
What is fate
God’s bait
What is life
Dissatisfaction rife
What is death
Poison dripped
Sword in sheath
Curiouser!
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