The difference between old boys and modern women
She stole my heart,
and when I asked for it back,
she ripped to shreds,
burned it
and scattered the ashes to the four winds.
I gently pried her heart from her chest
With a tender crowbar of love,
and when she wanted to leave,
I gave it back to her,
placing it softly in her hand.
Her hand frosted over,
her fingertips blackened with frostbite.
She laughed,
“What do I need this for?”
tossed it aside,
and sped off in her new SLK Kompressor.
This poem was written by Orpheus . on Jul 16, 2008.
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