by Sandy Fioretti
You came into my life
As quickly as you left.
You grabbed a cutting knife
And sliced right through my breast.
You didn't mean to hurt
But what did you expect?
My heart now cut in two
It feels beyond repair.
Injury done by you
God, life just isn't fair.
You didn't mean to hurt
But what did you expect?
So here we are, just friends,
But I long to be more.
Desire with no end
Throbbing from my core.
You didn't mean to hurt
But what did you expect?
I Have this Garden of Poems
at first and then carried away with my greenthumb i planted everything trees and more trees and shrubs and bamboos and vines and hanging plants almost everything and so the blooming flowers died and the grasses diminishing like some hair of this baldness but nothing is lost in this garden of poems the birds came and built their nests some are still coming every morning and then the chirping begins |
What Did You Expect?
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