At Least 'Til Tomorrow

The Enigmatic quality of love

You’re a burden ‘pon my mind

You’re shameless and so shallow

You’re uncouth and so unkind

Crude, rude and callow

You’re childish, immature

far too juvenile…

To waste my precious time for sure

I’ve known it all the while

I don’t think about you ‘all’ the time…

at least not as much as I used to do

Now it’s only ‘most’ of the time...

like all night through

Headaches, heartaches and regret

Is all you bring to me (did I mention sorrow?)

So why can’t I just forget

And set my sad heart free

I NEVER, EVER, WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!

…(At least until tomorrow)...

Author's Note

This poem makes no more sense than does love.