A swig Of you Is enough. Swishing and spitting Fizzy beverages gargled Doesn’t rid the flavor Of you. Seeing you there Afloat Swirling and twirling Dancing around, Flushed. That takes care of you.
I had a weak moment, and this Poem, Pocket Change, came from it. I'm not proud. Judge away... POCKET CHANGE - March 25, 2019 You'll never buy your way into my heart. Or did you think you could? My tears aren’t worth your time? You think your pocket change should make everything shine? Keep jingling … Continue reading Talking to you…Pocket Change
I loved that life. I hated what came after. Now I'm in-between trying to find my way.