Will he then marry some tomorrow
Make you his bane and source of sorrow
Fight to see the whole thing through
Encumbered with the likes of you
I would not wish it on a man
Yet on a boy the likes of him
Who loves but can not understand
The mockery in your vain whim
Does he know true the men you knew
And think he over steps their mark
He does not know you marked anew
Before he lept out in the dark.
Boys delude with false esteem
The measure of your spun love dream
Where men might pause and ponder right
And see right through your lying shite.
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Author:
Jabberwocky (
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