Thirty Seven

Day Thirty-Seven:    Pentameter attempt

Ah I think a spell is what I need

A plague a breech of tight security

For  two weeks it seems to be indeed

A locked up heart that seems to be for me.

In what can be described as being freed

I catch and tease each thought and pleasantry

Of course I toss and turn the loving greed

For me, for it exceeds reality,

But please oh sir for you I give the deed

Of great amount of space for you to be.

If not at best I’m sure I’ll take the lead

For you for me our love a violently

Dissolving faith in what we were a “friend,”

I hope to please me this will all but end.

If this is the worst thing I ever write I don't even care, look at me trying to write all fancy, it is not great, but it's a first attempt, and I think it's hilarious.  I am SO COOL.