Sunday, 27 December 2009

Because I've nothing better to do.

Not very seasonal. Or very seasonal, depending on how your christmas has gone. Mostly because I was short of something to post.

End at the Beginning.

Were we doomed by beginning
Is love a downward trend
Is loss required by winning
Do starts imply an end

Do break ups start with flowers
The finish meant to be
I know you think that ours
Had more to do with me

With silence and with pauses
My love's inconstant rate
I'd rather think the causes
Had more to do with fate

Or else I could just lay it
On your too frantic heart
Better both to say it
Was all down to the start

1 comment:

Lauren said...

I hope you had a nice Christmas!

I like this poem. Definitely something that many people feel after a break up. Well captured.