I had a lover, or so I thought, that would stand by me till the end of time. Came to find out that the end of time couldn't come soon enough for this mistress of mine.
Here is my poem:
Lover or Enemy
Watch it make sweet love to you,
doing what it wants to do.
Your spirit's gone, there's no free will,
liquid, powder or a pill.
A lover once, but long ago,
it’s now on permanent furlough.
Your need becomes a large strumae,
no longer friend, but enemy.
Copyright © 2009 Ronald J. Edwards
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