I wrote you a poem.
You said that you liked it.
I added a ****
You could say that I spiked it.
You left me no comment.
You said not a word.
Now it sits there unwanted.
My poem's now curd.
I could write you another.
A little less rhymey?
Something romantic.
Not nearly as grimey?
I'll leave out the ****
The ***** and the lows.
I could write you of sorrow.
Of heartache and woes.
Just tell me dear reader.
What do you want?
Love and raw passion?
Except leave out the -unt?
Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 10:38 AM UTC
I wrote you a poem.
You said that you liked it.
I added a ****
You could say that I spiked it.
You left me no comment.
You said not a word.
Now it sits there unwanted.
My poem's now curd.
I could write you another.
A little less rhymey?
Something romantic.
Not nearly as grimey?
I'll leave out the ****
The ***** and the lows.
I could write you of sorrow.
Of heartache and woes.
Just tell me dear reader.
What do you want?
Love and raw passion?
Except leave out the -unt?