Saturday, April 11, 2015


You think I can be loved
You think you know me well
But when you don't quite get your way
I get a proverbial "go to hell".

It's strange to think of us
It's strange to think of we
It's strange to think we were together
And you still think we should be.

But now I've put my foot down
I don't want to live my life in reverse
But instead of talking, listening to me
I'm cut from your universe.

Friday, April 3, 2015

The To-Do Column

Your skin so smooth
Your smile so nice
Your eyes that glint
With a mischievous vice.

Your body strong
Your tongue on mine
You're reaching towards
Where you draw the line.