Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2021
My muse does tickle,
I cannot deny,
but she does not stop…until I cry,
so I try to be happy,
I want to be free,
but then I miss her,
touching me,
With  a tear in my eye,
I reach for my pen,
begging for her to touch me again

BLCostello©2021
Nope, I dont speak French!  Lol, but I could not resist the word play merci and the suggestion of gratefulness and to spare. Hope you'll forgive
Written by
B L Costello  WNY
(WNY)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems