Purposely bad love poetry Date: Wednesday, 2nd September 2009 @ 02:44:12 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: smith2267 Brandine! Brandine! before I'd give up you, I'd give up my spleen! The spleen, like the heart, in blood there resides. so don't overlook a guy willing to give up his insides. Hematopoiesis, it would seem never rhymes with anything, no matter how I might dream. Your eyes! Your eyes! ...um, hang on a sec I should compare them to something...ah, what the heck. they glisten and shine, and are pretty I think. Though they oft stare disapprovingly when I drink. I'm making a botch of this, this poem's quite a mess But I hope you're still around to hear me confess you'd be crazy to love me, I've no talent, 'twould seem But you know that at night, it's of you that I dream. (This has been a bad poetry moment, by some talentless fool) This poem is Copyright © smith2267 Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=152820