Olly Olly Oxen Free Poem by Little King of Sorrows

Your name is but a whisper,
it's been stifled by the time.
Your love a copper penny,
once a bright and shiny dime.
Your memory a puddle,
As the ocean's running dry.
Your words a flimsy tin,
that once held wholesome pie.
My hope is now an airplane,
soaring further from my view.
My heart a barren meadow,
once grazed upon by you.
My dreams just crumpled paper,
from the blooming tree that died.
Our friendship just a game,
I can't seek out where you hide.

© 2013 L.K.Sorrows