"Don't sing love songs
You'll wake my mother
She's sleeping here
Right by my side
And in her right hand
A silver dagger
She says that I
Can't be your bride
All men are false
Says my mother
They'll tell you wicked
Loving lies
And the very next evening
They'll court another
Leave you alone
To pine and sigh
My daddy he's
A handsome devil
He's got a chain
Five miles long
And on every link
A heart does dangle
Of another maid
He's loved and wronged
Go court another tender maiden
And hope that she
Will be your wife
For I have been warned
And I've decided
To sleep alone
All of my life"
- The Staves
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Petrichor
PoetryWe grow old eventually {here are the waking thoughts that consume me}
