i dream of a day when all is fair in love
no war





When my woman is my woman and not some
skanky ruffled whore




i seem to forget what love feels like




i remember it was shiney




something like leather




a made up mind on a made up bed




no need for smelling my breathe
after what i just said





i hate words that rhyme with rhyme




it just seems like too much work
to put on the cape




can i just sit in my dunt-duh-nuns
for once?




eat on the couch



have sex in a theatre
when everyone is looking



I don't care
let them stare




this life is all i own

nice one

((((((d4tc)))))

This one stirred me

amazing imagery in this piece-very nicely done J...

Nice job Sweet J

Filled with longing ...