I yearned for another,
Who wasn’t you,
But she wasn’t there,
Unlike you,
At a long lost party
In old Cambridge town.
Did I fall
Just a little for you,
While longing for another,
Who wasn’t you,
At a long lost party
In old Cambridge town.
I yearned for another,
Who wasn’t you,
But she wasn’t there,
Unlike you,
At a long lost party
In old Cambridge town.
Did I fall
Just a little for you,
While longing for another,
Who wasn’t you,
At a long lost party
In old Cambridge town.
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft
Comments
Hi Carl, what a wistful poem.
Hi Carl, what a wistful poem. I think the title, spacing and content are fine. You could put this to song and music. What form is it?
Enjoyed, Gracy
Thank you so much, Gracy
I'm really pleased you like it; and yes, it would make a good song, I've not done that yet, but I should do. I've labelled it Free Verse.
It should be a song...
...but so far, it's not, but should be, thank you, Teddy. I am so pleased you like this, and it has made you think. I do agree with you, but...I can remember there was something uniquely awful about leaving a party alone, or being alone following a party, although today, in the unlikely event I'd find myself at a party, I'd want to leave as soon as was even remotely polite!
That's sad...
Sorry to hear that, Teddy, but being popular only lasts as long as you are popular ;)