He isn't a big fan of poetry.
Doesn't read it.
Doesn't write it.
If I asked him to list
ten poets off the top of his head
he would pause
and likely go blank.
This is new to me.
I am so used to boys
who categorize my work
or make edits to my lines,
especially the negative ones
about them.
He reads it.
Simply reads it.
Then kisses my head
and says he likes it.
He tells me,
softly,
that he is not a big fan of poetry.
And yet his kisses
taste more like poems
than any others I've had
YOU ARE READING
The sad side of town
PoetryBasically this is a book of Poetry, quotes, love, hate, life, death, flowers and pretty girls, there will be lots of it and some I did myself. If there is anything you would like me to post about or add to my book, feel free to give me ideas or ask...
