You'll laugh, you'll cry You'll kiss ten bucks goodbye It's time to pay the piper, kiddo. Dry spell. Half a month, a year? It varies for each of us. But hark, do you hear? You'll soon be in good cheer As surely as the sun sets in the cold N'vember sky The dry spell will be over as well. Thus we float, yea float like insects Tossed in the briny sea of love. Will the cycle end? Will a match be found Who broken hearts may mend?
Reason for writing:
This is a poem about brief relationships and dates that I have had. The theme that inspired me to write this was the sadness that goes with breaking up, and the happiness that goes with remembering past dates.
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