Posts Tagged: Poem

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Some people are not worth the hassle And the ones who are worth it Aren’t a hassle at all

12

Some people are not worth the hassle And the ones who are worth it Aren’t a hassle at all

Creamer

You were the milk That I poured into my coffee Swirling around Clouding everything up Until you were all that was left And I was no longer myself

Creamer

You were the milk That I poured into my coffee Swirling around Clouding everything up Until you were all that was left And I was no longer myself

Fusebox

Would it be possible to rewire the world? Hell, just rewire me Make an incision on my left forearm And pull out my nerves Every last one Then reconnect them In a different order than they were before Making sure

Fusebox

Would it be possible to rewire the world? Hell, just rewire me Make an incision on my left forearm And pull out my nerves Every last one Then reconnect them In a different order than they were before Making sure

Banister

Just when I thought I had a grip on life I tripped I lost my footing Slowly falling back down the stairs Wondering how far I’ve come Wondering how much it’s going to hurt

Banister

Just when I thought I had a grip on life I tripped I lost my footing Slowly falling back down the stairs Wondering how far I’ve come Wondering how much it’s going to hurt

Decaf

I want to spend a lifetime With you One day in bed

Decaf

I want to spend a lifetime With you One day in bed

Business casual

She unravels her scarf Strands of hair cascading like waves Bouncing off the shores of her shoulders She undoes her blouse Each button takes her a step closer to me The cream garment flowing down to the floor She stands

Business casual

She unravels her scarf Strands of hair cascading like waves Bouncing off the shores of her shoulders She undoes her blouse Each button takes her a step closer to me The cream garment flowing down to the floor She stands

Cremated

She’s all dolled up in black lace And a veil for mourning I get on my knees and part her legs to pray I cross myself with holy water Replenishing our sins Then I tie her to the bed in

Cremated

She’s all dolled up in black lace And a veil for mourning I get on my knees and part her legs to pray I cross myself with holy water Replenishing our sins Then I tie her to the bed in