Go I must along my ways
Though my heart be ragged,
Dripping bitter through the days,
Festering, and jagged.
Smile I must at every twinge,
Kiss, to time its throbbing;
He that tears a heart to fringe
Hates the noise of sobbing.
Weep, my love, till Heaven hears;
Curse and moan and languish.
While I wash your wound with tears,
Ease aloud your anguish.
Bellow of the pit in Hell
Where you're made to linger.
There and there and well and well-
Did he prick his finger!
The Second Oldest Story
Dorothy Parker
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Poem topics: I love you, heaven, kiss, smile, time, finger, wash, bitter, noise, anguish, heart, love, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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