I can't compare you to a summer day
The leaves upon your branches are dying
I'd turn them green again were there a way
But they can't be revived by my crying
There was always something soft about you
Though you pretended that you were so tough
A sad little boy you thought no one knew
Who felt he was never loved quite enough
No way you deserve this terrible hand
Some things in life I just don't understand
CIE
For Mal
Prompts loosely interpreted:
Withrealtoads.blogspot.com
Napowrimo.net
Such sadness weeps in your lines... and a longing for a turn around that simply cannot be...Very touching...
ReplyDeleteOh, this is very well done! A gentle parody which switches viewpoint to the feminine gender.
ReplyDeleteThis has the cool warmth of the sad heart.
ReplyDeleteSad, tender and lovely.
ReplyDeleteWhat a shame! He is deserving of a better take in life if only he was not afflicted. He is not aware of others or his surroundings now! Great lines Cara!
ReplyDeleteHank
Beautifully written..!
ReplyDeleteThis is indeed not like a summer's day... some love is so much harsher and so harder... Love how you have used the meter here.
ReplyDeletePerfect, perfect title.
ReplyDeleteOh, the way that title hints at what's to come and then the first stanza so vividly depicts decline and such intense longing to reverse that.....this is very powerful.
ReplyDeletethis is packed with emotion
ReplyDeleteNice. I get it. (Could be read for Prince, too, at this moment)
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