Bacon Boy posted his Smash Camp poem. Here's mine. C&C
The epilogue of day and overture
of the night. Depressing, yet romantic,
she fades until the morning. I nurture
the end of a day and end all antics.
Retiring to my abode, running to
my desk, to return to my love. Not our
sun, but something as beautiful for two
of us: A picture in our first hour.
Your delightful brown optics, unworthy
of the night. I will see neither of my
loves until morn
The epilogue of day and overture
of the night. Depressing, yet romantic,
she fades until the morning. I nurture
the end of a day and end all antics.
Retiring to my abode, running to
my desk, to return to my love. Not our
sun, but something as beautiful for two
of us: A picture in our first hour.
Your delightful brown optics, unworthy
of the night. I will see neither of my
loves until morn