Poems from Rosemary0213
So as it turns out,
I love tomatoes now
And I drink wine on Monday nights
Even though I’m not allowed
So as it turns out,
You weren’t far...
So what do you suppose,
when you finally see her naked?
Will her skin thrill you so?
Will your eyes attach to her falling robe?
Will it...
“Were not really strangers”
So then what are we?
Were like the venom in a snake bite
Or the poison in ivy
Were a broken mirror
A sad song...