#fivelinepoetry
Feelings,
those insidious little things.
They ****** make you squirm,
sneak in unawares,
make nebulous all that is firm.
Feelings,
those traitorous little things.
They lift you up, make you float
then change without a warning
and sink the **** boat.
Feelings,
those warm little darlings.
With you through harmony or strife,
your companions, they let you
revel in the drama called life.
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 1:53 AM UTC
“Okay,” said she,
“If you promise you will
always, always let me be free,
I will let you
kiss me.”
“Promise,” said he,
“Never, never shall I
use love to hopple you to me.
Now, pucker up
baby.”
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 10:09 AM UTC