Poetry Blogs (crap)
Staring up at his ceiling fan, thinking about this disgrace
Looking in his closet door mirror, with this horrid weed that was laced.
Sending me into a trance of pure disgust
I have to stop this now, it’s most certainly a must.
I walked out the door
With no kiss goodbye
He turned around so fast
Like the quickest speed of light.
My heart pounding as we speak
I’ve gotten to a Cert...
Friday 8th June 2018 2:57 am