To Be Damned
Never cry over a lover,
whether conqured or lost.
Never cry, whether if she
be acquired or not.
Once it is rot, it is rot.
To the pyre it be tossed.
The heart bleeds; the pen weeps.
The eyes need not shed salt.
One more down; one more crowned
in my backstory vault.
To my mind, most the time,
there is little need to start.
First it bums, then becomes
one more trinket left for art.
Copyright © Alex Bruinekool | Year Posted 2010
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