My heart flies like a sparrow...singing a sweet song,
So free and oh-so callow...to and fro headlong.
I long to be your hero...save you ev’ry day
Instead of just a zero...who you shoo away.
Your love is like a harrow...turning me within,
Your love is like an arrow...lacéd with poison.
I love your rhythm! So glad to see you using the same amount of syllables. This was clearly well-thought out and your reader will always appreciate you thinking more so we get to think less and just enjoy. This poem, short as it is, is also a story and a profound one at that. Love the changing words (I.e. “ev’ry” and “lacéd”) to indicate certain syllabic measurements. Great job!
Ooh. I love poems that start off whimsical and end with a dark twist. Nice job!
