VI

Now this is a bad poem. What prompted this one, I wonder...I think back and can honestly not figure out what I was thinking about. There is definitely some Hamlet references in here, along with British romantic poetry. But this is just BAD>>

VI

That most hated phrase
Ushered from thy lips.
"We are but friends, dear."
From my cheek, water drips.
To love you would be easy,
To care. . . divine.
Oh can't you simply see
I need you to be mine.
Cast off thy darkened cloak,
Carpe diem is the word!
The idea of living without you
Is nothing more than absurd.
So here I write about you,
Somewhere I see each day.
If I cannot have you,
Then this is the only way.