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.
Life is full of disappointments and we all have them. Love is a difficult thing to keep going as if it was still brand new. Your poem touched me.
The last thing you said was that you can be beautiful. You are beautiful. The real beauty of a person is not the outside but the person inside. This beauty can never fade with age, disfigurement or any other means.
Johnny
good poem
thank you
Great poem, expresses just how you feel or felt, love it.