Dying

Edna St. Vincent Millay From The Harp-Weaver and Other Poems (1923) Oh, oh, you will be sorry for that word! Give back my book and take my kiss instead. Was it my enemy or my friend I heard, "What a big book for such a little head!" Come, I will show you now my newest hat, And you my watch me purse my mouth and prink! Oh, I shall love you you still, and all of that I never again shall tell you what I think. I shall be sweet and crafty soft and sly; You will not catch me reading any more: I shall be called a wife to pattern by; And some day when you knock and push the door, Some sane day, not too bright and not too stormy, I shall be gone, and you may whistle for me. Dying Sara Kendrick November 03, 2009 Dating, oh! so much fun doing new things This person is perfect in every way Movies, popcorn shared, touch, a brush, heart sings Just want that caress, the arm around stays Now awaken to another day, no play No brushes, that gentle caress gone, left Control norm, making demands, no sun rays No! I will not go to a movie, daft Dying spirit on the inside daily Longing for love, acceptance, fun again. Could be just a walk in the woods baby Sitting close or lying on couch in den Soon I'll be gone no longer home near I'll go out to find myself, my soul, love (I enjoy reading a number of poets. Edna St. Vincent Millay is just one of them. I wrote this one after reading hers above. I have heard so many women complain after just a short time of marriage how they are treated. Then I was reading Millay and saw things are the same as then.)