Limericks of the Wee Small Hours

1)
It's become a new kind of trend
One I hope will have a happy end
You play with her heart
And you tear it apart
And soon you'll be out of a friend.

2)
You like to think you are the best,
But if you look at all of the rest,
You'll all too soon see
That they just might be
Sick of your old, tired mess.

3)
You can be the best of the sweet,
But sometimes I think I might meet
Another one soon
Who would pull down the moon
To be there no matter the heat.

4)
You have turned out to be oh so blind,
Though you think you have all kinds of mind
To watch after him,
Though you can't change the wind,
And the end I'm so scared to find.

5)
You are way too young to be so worried
About making the future so hurried.
He's not in the same place
And there's not enough space
To keep all the flurry from hurting.



Life is so full of these feelings
That I can't stop from hitting the ceilings
So I stopped to write
I hope not contrite
That which leaves my mind always reeling.