Writing For G.O.T

The Worst Day of the World -- B&W

139 words, 12 lines
Couplets

I’d cry your name from today to all my tomorrows
and take a handful of words and fill them with sorrows

I’d write songs and tape messages on being lovesick
still, I’d leave room for the world and flowers I’d pick

in your name and I’d sing through my prison’s iron bars
for the rosy color of sunsets and the light of the stars

since you are the morning sun and winds combing the grass
the salt and pepper in tiny towers and wine in my glass

which I sip to the pink of your cheeks and green of your eyes
but if crows in black silk tuxedos uttered caws and cries

I’d cast a thousand spell for veils to lift with my fists curled
but if you’re no more, still, it’ll be my worst day of the world.