Midnight Suicide

THE MIDNIGHT SUICIDE If only I'd the heart to be the stronger of the two of we perchance your love would still be here and part of you and me but merciless, love gives no clue from whence it comes or goes into the time of day it might appear then leave, the same as you I have no mind for fickle thought nor pain that loving you has brought when worth my time, I held life dear but hated life when not; tomorrow's not another day and in this night I cannot stay so I must needs to leave from here by mine own hand and way. © vee bdosa the doylestown poet aka ron wilson