Jan 2015
Crush
He said blondes aren't his type.
Invisible tears I wipe.
A love not yet ripe.
I mope & gripe.
Sorrow takes flight.
To a higher level of height.
He said blondes aren't his type.
Invisible tears I wipe.
A love not yet ripe.
I mope & gripe.
Sorrow takes flight.
To a higher level of height.
Haiku
© Harmony Sapphire . All rights reserved
© Harmony Sapphire . All rights reserved
(42/F/San Diego, California)
Please log in to view and add comments on poems
