The death of poetry

The death of poetry

by dan ankers

I forgive you for all the shit you put me through

and in the end I would highly recommend you to someone new

that was all in the past

though it felt like my world was shards of broken glass

at that time

They say distance makes the heart grow fonder

but your lack of presence in my life has made you blonder

and your brother

and your friends

and your mother…

I hope all of them are doing fine

We were never meant to be

When we first kissed at the beach

and

It would have been a wonderful story

a classic case of vacation glory

but that story didn’t end

it carried on

And when you place two folks in a box

and when you fasten it with locks

sometimes the thing you get just makes you die

and you’re never quite the same

as when you learned that pretty name

and it’s awful

who’s to blame for wasted time