Gone

An Oft Told Tale
By GC SMITH

She had my heart
then tore it apart
before running off

Now I’m forlorn
a lost soul
locked up alone

It ain’t Margaretville
this dark, dank, dungeon
where I waste away

So listen up boys
take care with your hearts
know where you go

Choose carefully
watch out for the trap
avoid cloying honey

Or you’ll spend your life
locked up in a room
with no hope of escape

You’ll wither and die
and no one will cry
for a fool