Love built bricks on her relic
fragments so old it was hard to sell it
It was the twisted lip
That was hard to the kiss
Waist at a dip with hands on her hips
Balled up fist
Neck at a twist
Humming
MMMMHHHHMMM
”Cuz can’t trust no missta nice guy”
She walked this maze
Broken into forever’s daze
It seemed like her
And bitter
Would live
Forever
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!Together!
These poems were actually part of a never ending word play in 2013. The 7 parts are my comments, the writer I was writing with has some pretty great responses also and can be viewed at the link below. I am always looking for ways to keep this blog alive and what better way than to dig up archives from 2013!
mentalnotes1 
Wonder poem…made even better by hearing you recite it. 💜
Thank you jai 🙂
All my pleasure. 🙂💜