Melancholy, My Friend.

Trying my hand at poetry.

Muse: Sylvia Plath 

Melancholy, my friend

Melancholy, my friend

Where have you been?

I only meet you when it's past eleven.

Together we sing rhapsodies of memories,

Of people,places and things we've never seen.

When dawn creeps in, you are soon forgotten.

Melancholy, my friend

Melancholy, my friend

Will I see you again?

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