Monday, May 9, 2011

Poem in Response To "Shall I Compare thee to a Summer's Day."

You could compare her to a summer's day
But I'll compare her to a winter's night
Darkness and evil is her way
If my heart to see her, it would be in fright
Her beauty is endless but her soul is dark
And more often than not you'll play the fool
When she's done with you, she will have left her mark
Your heart been worked, more than a mule
You'll be a lone, no words to say
And realize tonight that you were wrong
And realize that she wasn't close to a summer's day
Your heart singing a lonely song
Now you know you played the fool
And that in this game, there are no rules.

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