Winsome Losesome
I’ve been so wrong so many times
and for my multifarious crimes
as the kind of man who makes
the dumbest of all dumb mistakes
as if for lolly,
have grown accustomed to the folly
of my ways
and misspent days.
To fall in love, not once or twice
or even thrice,
but hopefully not more than four
times, means the only thing I’m sure
of's that the falling in’s
the very sweetest of life’s sins.
And just as well,
‘cos the breaking ups are bloody hell.
Copyright © Red Omara | Year Posted 2018
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