First Date - a Poet's Dozen
Love, love, love, at last
Sang thus my heart full of glee
Turned it to dull hate
A most charming boy he was, thought I, why, of my horrible past, he never did judge
Yet, on our very first date, he asked for a gift, one beyond my purse's range
Nearly an adult was I, still, I let myself be blinded by his sweet looks
Thought I, love was now, later, it would be a marriage, lasting for a lifetime
Wanted him only a taste of my body and to have a go at my money
When I did refuse, he turned all violent
And left me for another, within moments so speedy
Cared he never to be seen as one so indecent
Cared he only to find someone who would care to have on him, all her money, spent!
25 Dec 2015
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
