I'm so deprived of inspiration I wrote the corniest love poem ever concocted by a human brain. I shall not bore you with it. Instead here's an older poem I wrote months ago. I know it's not the rules, but hopefully I'll come up with something better before Sunday.
Leave the streets empty for me
I sold you books for a beer
Your paintings for peanuts
And bartered your love for a fix
Too easy my fingers
That sweated the handshake
Relaxed on the touch of a kiss
Understand that these lines are a shambles
These fingers too stiff for the words
My head devastated and plastered
With memories too hard to drink short.
I won’t be here this time tomorrow
You’ll find this in mind numbing dawn
I’m sorry my love, sorry, I’m sorry
Three’s not even close to the charm
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