Marianne

Marianne. Where are you, Marianne stealing my heart tramping it in the mud, yet still, I asked for more Marianne fell in love again. I saw her kiss another man, the green monster of jealousy tore my mind asunder. In the forest of darkness, I lost my way. “Let her go,” a friend said she is not for you alone.” I had planned, next time I met her to say “I hand my love back to you to keep” the idea was for her to cry. It didn’t work out that way when I met her with her new friend, I asked her to return the key to my flat; leaving the pair, I said, in sudden anger: “ off Marianne.”