Poems from Monique Smith
Like water, she flows
along with life.
She is a rose who is trying
to bloom, but everytime she
tries, the moon blocks her.
The moon...
Remember your first?
No, not the first person you had sex
with, the first person you fell in love with.
They say you remember them
forever...
Time is irreplaceable.
My love, unmistakeable.
But you were replaceable.
Your love, mistakeable
Me I'm told i'm likeable.
You, you're told...
If the Lorax speaks for the trees,
who speaks for the teens?
It can't be you or you 'casue
you know nothing about me.
It can't be our...