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I cannot be seen with a pear. Not in this environment. Where opinions torment And my affections lay dormant. My view of you is tainted What was once reasonable restraint Is now repulsion and complaint. I am sorry, dear friend. But I cannot stand the sight of you. I wince at the thought of what we used to do. No more Frank. No more Dean I want my memory wiped clean. I cringed when I remember the times you touched me. The smack of lips is the worst. From my mouth profanities burst. It is a shame to think that of my first. It was pleasant at the time. But I have to draw a line. Now I bare the burden of these visions in my mind. Your smell still lingers. That stupid ring on your finger. No wonder we were terrible swingers. I can bare to text. but I refuse to sit next to you. I am sorry to say Away from me you must stay. I don't want to see you anyway. I could never be seen with a pear. Because I'm superficial and I care About what people think. No, it's not fair.
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Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 2:42 AM UTC
I Can't Pear the Sight of You.
I cannot be seen with a pear. Not in this environment. Where opinions torment And my affections lay dormant. My view of you is tainted What was once reasonable restraint Is now repulsion and complaint. I am sorry, dear friend. But I cannot stand the sight of you. I wince at the thought of what we used to do. No more Frank. No more Dean I want my memory wiped clean. I cringed when I remember the times you touched me. The smack of lips is the worst. From my mouth profanities burst. It is a shame to think that of my first. It was pleasant at the time. But I have to draw a line. Now I bare the burden of these visions in my mind. Your smell still lingers. That stupid ring on your finger. No wonder we were terrible swingers. I can bare to text. but I refuse to sit next to you. I am sorry to say Away from me you must stay. I don't want to see you anyway. I could never be seen with a pear. Because I'm superficial and I care About what people think. No, it's not fair.
"Are you embarrassed to be around me in public?" I lied when I said no. You're too smart for your own good.
dolores-l-day
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Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 2:42 AM UTC
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