words
drip, drip, drip
from her mouth
to my ear
like a faucet
to a sink
and her smile
to my eyes
is like
glaring lightbulbs
off a bathroom
mirror
and her theft
of the love
that made my life worth living
is like
the hand that sent
all my joy
down the tubes
I love your poems. :) always a pleasure to come here and read them.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Michael. ^^ I appreciate that. After April I'll just go back to posting them on Thursdays.
ReplyDeleteSorry the relationship sunk. It had that not being able to hold onto water feel.
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