To a Purely Hypothetical Hero
How easily we took the chance
of stepping off the rim.
I could never do that dance
in any way with him.
My armour wasn't any good;
he'd always find my weakness.
I always knew I really should
disarm his lust with meekness.
I cried with mingled hope and dread,
"Love isn't very nice!"
You laughed up at the sky and said,
"It's cheap at twice the price."
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.
