Lovers, Perfect/Imperfection
My lover is not what I expected him to be. Instead of a chiseled physique, I get a sloth who refuses to release it’s grasp from me. His hair is…
Poetry
Writing Faulty Love
Sorry. This is my first time writing about love. They say practice makes perfect, but I had my heart broken so many times It’s becoming quite annoying. So how can…
Let’s not Argue Tonight
This poem came to me while I was looking at my love. I was just staring at him, thinking of the day when we will have a nasty argument. I…
Summer in Chicago, Winter in Florida
I lived in both of these locations so this poem comes from the heart. I hope you enjoy and feel free to comment. I enjoy reading feedback.
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