Like a comet she fell,
And like a comet she's afire from above,
On earth she chose to dwell,
Cos it's a cold place so she'd warm it with love,
But ice melts and water quenches,
As her eyes pours salty water,
She's too good for these wrenches,
But still wants to contribute her quota,
So she gets in work mode -packed up buns and burns,
Bright red hot as her cheeks turn bright red in exhaustion,
She deserved a cheer (chair) but the tables turns,
She didn't know that earth is 70% water and now it's earth's turn....
YOU ARE READING
COLLECTION OF DUSTY OLD POEMS
PoetryJust a couple old poems I could salvage from over the years... could find 98% of them. Most are about the only person I loved, once called "my partner, my everything " Now known as "My Ex" Enjoy PS: Thanks to @Mominamable335 for the cover ❤
