remember christmas?
you'd had a Bad month, threw your fit, and dumped my ass.
nothing much to do with me, i'm just a listener, a scapegoat for Ill-Wills
and Bad Times. it made my face swell up around my eyes. no amount of
paint could cover up the mess on that barn.
i got over it.
we started again. slower but never slow enough. again reaching a cresendo
and falling flat. another start....
I Think Alone-ness Will Be Good.
I'll take again to dancing in p.j.'s in the kitchen with My Girls
and Love being the queen of fools
in my house.
i can be Beautiful if i want.
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this is one of my older, recently found, poems. I hope y'all like it.
good poem
thank you
Great poem, expresses just how you feel or felt, love it.