Loves Me Not

I’d never love you on a gilded prairie
With daisies tall and songbirds merry
My buttercup will come forth clean
As petals plucked forth fall so mean

She loved me then
She loved me not
Bluer than forget-me-not
Forgive me now
Forget this spot
She loves me then,
She loves me not

-Galwyn

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Spite

Wretched and rude
Filthy with farce
Wouldn’t know love
Even pierced through the heart
Wicked and course
Vacuous mind
Legs splaying open
Leaving romance behind
Vile and vulgar
Sulfur and spite
May your bed grow as cold
As your heart every night
But it is alright
As I gift you with spite
At least I found lessons
While your learning was light

-Galwyn