Poetry Blogs (I'm)
Slamming into my middle years
There has been a question that
Has chased me incessantly
What do I want?
What DO I want?
For a while I was okay with I don't know
The world will show me
But lately it's become clear to me
Exactly what it is
And the very excitement of seeing clearly
Has opened up my fear
Let it splay itself upon the concrete
Where it ...
Saturday 6th April 2019 6:31 pm
A year or so ago,
if you would like to know;
a thief, she stole my heart.
Then left me all alone.
If I gave her the blame,
well, that'd be a shame.
I could call myself a thief, too.
Just not in the same way.
You see, a thief never returns.
But me? Her heart was always hers.
She stole mine then made the escape,
with mine, hers, and her final words.
Friday 14th October 2016 6:04 am