January 18, 2009
my loving songbird
your diluted phrases of passion
are wasted on my thick ears
the impudent ego clutches and clings
denying mercy
the frivolity of young romance
is wasted on my mind
and the practicality of my being
does not allow me to yearn for you
to make the nights long in your absence
nor even my thoughts to seek you out
so make haste my bright bird
leave this wily nest of thorns and barbs
and seek out another
though your melody may be sweet
I am tone deaf

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