Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2014
He comes into the kitchen cold as night
and we fight because love bickers
The news on the tv flickers red
and we hate because we think we have to
She falls in the direction of the rose
and she breaks because lust is an ending
The clock sticks to the ticking of a hand
and I wait because nothing is lovely
Written by
kj
352
   E
Please log in to view and add comments on poems