Yesterday, 10:00 AM
Apologies if I've posted this before, perhaps in a NaPM. It was sitting in my drafts for a long time awaiting rediscovery.
Because I once loved you there
Because I once loved you there
London's precious to me.
The poems written about you there
were really letters to me.
Love is the only foolish
adventuring we do -
no scraps with a ghostly, ghoulish,
pirate clipper’s crew
are had in life, spent sourly
making bandit barons kings.
Some places keep their pearly
moon white angels’ wings
because I loved you. Unaware,
like ghosts and ghouls, you’ll haunt me there.
Because I once loved you there
Because I once loved you there
London's precious to me.
The poems written about you there
were really letters to me.
Love is the only foolish
adventuring we do -
no scraps with a ghostly, ghoulish,
pirate clipper’s crew
are had in life, spent sourly
making bandit barons kings.
Some places keep their pearly
moon white angels’ wings
because I loved you. Unaware,
like ghosts and ghouls, you’ll haunt me there.