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Dearest Love
by S.J. TylerI spy with my big brown eyes
that you are not the same as before
something has shaken and cracked your core
you seem like your mind has become unsure
and you think Im none too wise
I spy in your autumn eyes
that your mind has changed
your thoughts rearranged
and sometimes they look just a little deranged
and I really wish that I knew why
you dont laugh at my
silly sing-songy jests
you dont look at life
with the same sparky zest
my dearest love, Im afraid
youve become just a little depressed 11/15/2003 Author's Note: Thanks to Laura Doom for the title!
Posted on 11/15/2003
Copyright © 2025 S.J. Tyler
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| Posted by Laura Doom on 11/15/03 at 07:00 PM ...and the rest. the last line...not sure if this is meant to be read as sympathetic, patronising, in denial, or merely playful :>] which makes the whole piece work brilliantly - I read it three times in trying to interpret the ending ( still undecided ) - and it flows like an allegory.
Sleek entertainment! |
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