So, without further ado... I can bad poetry, too. :-) This is what went down with me recently...
Letter to Ellie
Your skin is fair, your eyes are bright
your cheeks are delicately freckled
you smile at guys, you're a delight
you relish to invite and beckon.
Hand on your thigh, it pleases you
you're in his throes, no matter who
the pleasure high, it's best when new
he comes and goes - bid him adieu
for love has pain, and that's not for you...
You abhor thorns... but love roses.
The trip was long, and we got lost
as passion pulled us together
we went through pain, it was worth the cost
I'd do it all over, whenever.
I loved you for you, but it wasn't enough
your nature cannot be bended
irritable skin, fury within
all feelings in which Ellie can't swim
they burn wildly, unattended.
You do not see, but what you really are
is a girl who never ascended.
You do not see, but I've been your Joel
just not the way you expected.