Frivolous

Frivolous was her love, spent

On the howl of the wind, she came

That showered me, her rain

Then moving on, her cloud

In passing, now sunshine.

Reviews

[Jane Taylor Hardy]

Lovely write Andrew.....I really enjoyed this!

[andrew mitchell]

thank you Jane

[jacob erin-cilberto]

better to bask in the sunshine of someone else's love...although Cream might not agree...

Frivolous is but a passing fancy...instant gratification and then cleaning up the mess of the storm.

[andrew mitchell]

Sometimes one is but a pawn of someone's love. thank you jacob