I won't kiss him but I love him
I won't miss him either but I'd bounce his head
off a wall for leaving
this is a sadistic romance of dire and desperate
deceiving
to my battered breast, he soon won't be cleaving
over his emotion ridden corpse I won't be grieving
with such a pained thought in my pocket my stomach
has started heaving
absolute hysteria, that for you I am weaving.........
(written June 15,1992 am)