Sentimental as a Viper

Call me cold. You should. That's what I am.
I don't see anything worth getting misty-eyed
And morose over. We were lovers. Now,
We're not. I walked her home until the day
She called me someone else's name. The loves,
The brief infatuations, rose, like sudden gusts,
Then ended. Afterward, I turned away.
I neither look back nor regret. I trudge ahead.
Another love or dalliance is apt to come,
And be embraced and then abandoned. Call
Me cold. You should. That's what I am.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-01-11 at 01:28

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carolo The PoetBay support member heart!
I know that this type of guy exists and now I realize how much it is caricatural
2022-01-11