Perhaps you'll take a mug of mead?
And with it justify misdeeds?
But these are things I think we'll need
for without them we won't succeed:
I'd need sails made of silk to snare your skittish winds,
You'd need buckets worth of ale to bare your soul of sins.
I'd need oars for when the tides turn rough enough to test us
but you'll ignore a sailor's chores, and say your help's superfluous.
A compass I would need – to keep us carefully on course
and you would need to borrow it to find your heart's remorse.
Perhaps you'll take a mug of mead?
And with it justify misdeeds?
But these are things I think we'll need
and without them we won't succeed:
A hale hull to hold against the waves of your heart's hurricanes,
and shanties shaped to shelter us from your heart's old refrains;
a tiller true to steer me through the straits of trust and treachery,
and whisky warm to wash away the wages of your lechery.
A spyglass too, I would keep near, for with you I will always fear
my "Captain" false and fickle, that perhaps you're not what you appear.
Will you take a mug of mead?
and with it justify misdeeds?
These are things I think we'll need
and without them we won't succeed...
Your mutiny will tear through me and never cease to shock the seas
so I will need a tender touch of farewell and some spirits please;
and currents cold to carry us apart the day you lose control,
and ready raft on which to cast away my heart and severed soul;
a godforsaken island for the 'First Mate' that I am no more
on which I'll drift discarded, to dream and starve upon the shore.
Will you take a mug of mead?
and with it justify misdeeds?
These are words I know you need
though you will never pay them heed.
So with a girl in every port you'll never need to know the ropes
and ne'er have a care to court the rocks on which you dash our hopes.
When you are lost and wonder later why you reap the pay of traitors
remember then I studied stars and was your faithful navigator...
Should you look to locate me you'll find it written on the chart
that no map in existence knows your distance from my heart...
Will you take a mug of mead?
and with it justify misdeeds?
But these are words you'll never heed;
and still pretending you proceed.
I know you'll grieve our golden sun that shone upon waters we won
when wounded by your cannons cruel is sinking into seas you shunned.
The oceans you will choose to cruise won't be as smooth as you assume
when you profess that there are depths where shallows lie that spell your doom.
So when the whirlpool catches you, as it will most surely do,
you'll drown in lies and realise why no one's there to rescue you.
I don't believe you will forget the silver summer seas we sailed.
Now I'll swallow rum to numb the sorrow of a voyage failed.
Will you take a mug of mead?
and with it justify misdeeds?
We were never guaranteed,
and freed from you I will succeed.
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Exploding Quietly - verse on infidelity
ПоезіяThis collection of poetry will speak to anyone who has suffered through infidelity in a long-term relationship. Infidelity is, in some ways, like murder at the hands of the person you trusted most. Getting through it takes years, and writing this co...
