Bad poetry I wrote as a teenager, Volume II
I'll be on a train up to Saratoga tomorrow, hopefully giddy from a spectacular date with Rock Star. That means you get your bad poetry a little early this week.
This particular work is untitled. I wrote it after my first breakup with my first long-term boyfriend, Satan.
But the words got lost in the wind
I built for you a castle
But you wouldn't let me in
I cried for you an ocean
But it soon dried up with the sun
I painted you a rainbow
But the colors melted into one
I tried to say I love you
But I couldn't find the words
I begged you not to leave me
But my voice was never heard
If you missed Volume I, you can read it here.
And for a sneak preview of next week's bad poetry…
Curly: It's really not that bad.
Me: Oh. It is.
Curly: Girl, I MUST dig mine out. I can out-cheese you.
Me: I have an atrocious sonnet for next week.
Curly: Atrocious sonnet = my favorite phrase of the day.
Me: I actually used the word mem'ries.
Curly: Oh no you didn't!
Me: Oh yes I did!
