Dig a Grave For a Grave Situation

DIG A GRAVE FOR A GRAVE SITUATION Sometimes it’s easier to hear goodbye Than to ask your lover how and why Just bid farewell to a forget-me-not And vow never to remain stagnant in one sequestered spot Yes, my friend, I understand Why it’s difficult to lose her hand So many plans that eve which chose to die As you wished that her “goodbye” was simplyanother lie All those languid lies she spun And then you heard your lover say “it’s done” Alas my friend some loves are meant to die As disaster and deep depression draw nigh They come so close it hurts you so As you sit and ponder where she’ll go Will it be into a handsome swain’s ’s embrace? And with whom shall your lover next share her grace? All those questions matter not to you All you want is that which once was new Every sparkle and twinkle in her eyes that let her see I know because the same thing happened to me So dry those tears for they shall not serve you well And let sorrow enter not the place of peace in which you shall dwell Your lover’s final farewell was fluent and meant to be And as I said…….. the same damned thing has happened to me © 2011.…Phreepoetry