Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
May 2016
sliding excuse
again
sidling nearer
gin
in hand.

a mess. sodden
and part ******
for what
you call you
or what
they call you.

matters naught
to innocents.
eyes tell hearts
only what is
taught

by mind.

my child knows
only of tumbling
and faces messy
from trembling
in joy.

you are the happiest
person in the world
of his heart.
MRQUIPTY
Written by
MRQUIPTY
216
   Aeerdna and ---
Please log in to view and add comments on poems