The girl in this poem
does not love you
She’s just a girl, after all
one syllable, four letters
barely a phoneme, she’s just a
noun, common as a lettuce
or a paperclip.
The woman who wrote it
on the other hand
is a wreath of bones and blood wrapped
round a disobedient heart
(a heart as small as a baby’s fist) She just
loves you, an emotion as common as a paperclip
or a lettuce.
Love this one, Nike! 🙂
Thank you! X
The girl in this poem
loves the woman who wrote it
xxxx
Needed a tissue warning. 🙂 Very well done Nike.
Thank you, Sean! I’m sorry if you were out of tissues. I find the edge of my sleeve handy in emergencies. 🙂
Lovely!
Thank you 🙂
Beautiful (but what else would one expect?)!
Ugliness? I should try to write more dark and ugly things ????
Nah, you can’t help writing all beautiful-like.