That Boy Who makes me week at the knees That Boy Who makes me pull hair With passion and rage That boy who is leaving me When he is mad That boy That sheds tears when he says those words That boy Who is too much of a gentleman to ask That boy Who I…… Continue reading That Boy
As we sit in silence the genius at his work I wonder what I will do Will I do the laundry or will I make a fire Maybe I will play with the cat her claws look good and Sharp, Ready to tear mothers hand and keep her from her art No,I will write a poem as…… Continue reading Prompt
Here we go again the usual the same old the predictable We are both such bitches Twirling tales and back stabs In exchange for smiles Trading I love you For cutting of pride I am about to cut my own I love you Lets not fight.
Calmly You walk from my life, Not as a hurricane,as I had Imagined. But Calm, As a gentle breeze,that kisses my cheek and dishevels my hair. As a Kittens Paw Imprints his first winters snow. As a child first grasps his fathers finger or the bee that fondles the springtime Lavender. But a hurricane? No It was not a hurricane.