A Poem — A Scribble
A Friend Departed; Hearts Resides
An Abortion, An Ailing Timeline — Why did I ever Let You Go?
A friend departs; My heart resides The expressions were wide; For a poem harked For you to dose — In my does and whys — Flaming away is my dominant chord Foolishly rising to my daring cry Never meant, yet it is heard all the same — A friend departed is best to test My principles of caring for the stranger From Wayfarer, even if the grim laughter Inside, turns blossom into ruin Wart from heal, dying rhyme to Fostering meals; ’tis my rhythm I suppose That was betrothed, for the Spinster I declare myself to be, in all my mistress Gaiety and rainbow arching over high; How does it feel when you’ve run out Of luck, you daring sightseer you. A friend departed is best to rest My principles in my duress of caring Regardless of the harming rest, My, do I cry to detest.
I’ll remain to my mantle, diminished For a while, my smile cracks a blackened hole Over the besmirched joy on my face. Oh, what a fool — what a fool to say. Why did I ever let you go?
Though these words may all be just A Hollow facsimile of a feeling harbored best In the past, long since had, wherein we; I-to-she ran strangely until it was too late It was a little too late, by the time it came, A happy cry to something long foregone; Always too late — too late, much too late To be hateful anymore, either/or, Once the words we gave kindly — Was it all given in duplicity? — Now reside by the hearts too heavy To burden each other, sighing For the bluntness of our goodbyes.
Ever yours; The Doctor [Adams]
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