She said hello in her digital voice
She was so sexy with her clothes off in her silky sheet bed pictures.
She said she wanted the company of stranger in the form of my skin and the colour of my eyes.
Come meet at the double arches of our church.
I complied implicitly my champions gait of a horse with a bet to win.
She saw me, and in the instant her suicide heart could bear the fact.
That the excess rolls that cover my bones can't hide her indignation toward my kind.
I'm beautiful only on the inside.
And her ugly wont ever be fast enough to run away from me.
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Salad Days
PoetrySad poems from sad and angry times. Written from a juvenile time (14 years old) to older. That's what you get when you leave a teen to ponder reality. A pen hits reality harder than high school survival. Original Art from Vivianne Rheaume
