My sweet Nancy Pants, weep not for thy state
Great goodness supplants grief when you release
Thy tragedy, you succumbed to no hate
Doth not now thee take thy pleasure in peace?
Or would thou rather take hold of your hurt
Thine love fasten’d to his ghostly eidólon?
Pay not tribute to others thou find curt
And right thy mast, trusting in Poseidon
Lest ye recall him lain with you in bed
Conjure the feeling pad’ling in his boat
Whilst thy duvet’s cloak wrapped sound ’round your head
His kiss upon thine lips keepeth remote
Remember him as you would a scar’s blot
With fond memories of how it was got
You can’t let life happen to you; nor can you plan your own life. Just listen and observe to what the world puts in front of you, and respond accordingly.
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