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Sad Verse

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I wrote this when I was lost for happy words

New Version: 25.05.20

Julie by Theresa Otero at Pixabay

Submitted: March 05, 2019

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Sad Verse

 

Julie paints her pretty face and dresses down for bed,

She dabs her face with rosy smells, her heart lies in her head.

‘I will make my child with him tonight,’ she cries.

Can she fail dressed in her lingerie surprise?

 

Richard shuts the parlour door and climbs into their bed,

He reads his wife a loving ode, the words flow from his head.

‘I will make my bed with her tonight,’ he cries.

Can he fail with her lips kissing closed his eyes?

 

Travel back in time to when they were young lovers,

Listen to the old ghosts tell of wars they once lived through.

They both fought between the lines and, for me, that’s their mystery:

Richard, his life lost to war,

Julie, the dead child she bore,

All that’s left of them is this sad verse. 

 


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