A double-sided blade of Acrostic Magic!


The Sword of Secrets

Why does our love taunt
Our problems grow like flora
Never does our money stack
Terrible times are to come

Yonder, on a bench waits you solo
Our schedule's stained with snafu
Up we go to heaven, it's very far

Passing the gates of the angels
Listen to those church bells go
Everyone knows we're a pair
Assuringly, we both will not tear
See, let's sign our names on the folio
Eventually the ink and tears will go, you know





Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2006-11-30 at 07:40

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