Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2014
My surrender was a spicy-chicken sandwich. No lettuce.
I placed it on the kitchen island:
a white flag, asking for forgiveness.

There was no smile. Quiet acceptance.
My wallet would grow thin
with the make-up gifts.

If only we could have solved it
rather than masking the issues
with the scent of mediocre fast-food.
Sea
Written by
Sea  United States
(United States)   
3.5k
     Alex B, ---, ---, r and ---
Please log in to view and add comments on poems