There are lots
Of things
That I regret
Some I’m happy
To remember
And some
I’d rather forget
What An (Ass)ignation
And so
It’s farewell
On the longest
Night ever
For we must
Now part ways
At this break
In the weather
And although
Seeing you
Truly was
A pleasure
I know not
To repeat
Such a foolish
Endeavour
Maudlin
Perhaps I should consider
Meeting someone else instead
But I can’t help thinking
(Especially when drinking)
That I’d be better off dead
Sword In Hand
I’m back
She cried
With renewed vigour
As they
Looked away
With a comical snigger
We’ve heard it
Before
They all said
As she
Stood there
And shook her head
This time
It’s true
I’ll have
Your guts!
But deep down
She knew
What a fool
She looked
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 