Poetry Blogs (bomb)
Blow me up
Blast me against the wall
Burst me with bombs and guns into a thousand pieces
Shoot me down dead
With bullets to the head
And while my blood runs into the sand
Just think for a moment
That you could have shook my hand
Fired words at me
Instead of bombs.
You could have screamed at me if you wanted,
Shouted, screeched and yelled.
Tuesday 22nd March 2016 12:29 pm
She worked in the local library part time.
And liked to read Harry Potter books.
She liked a lad who popped in fortnightly.
He was quiet just like her.
Her eyes sought him out whenever he was there.
A shyness inhibited her asking him out.
In time he stopped go...
Sunday 30th June 2013 10:59 pm