and he never gasp, only smile
as I planted it, it never reaches
my eyes, like I pretended I never eaten the peaches
or is it, peaches? Never had I thought much vile.
Reel treats, of knife struck on the table
He never meant to scare me so,
methinks he’s only scared of losing, so,
a stealth might do the trick trickable.
Me? Middle of the three daughters
of with mind different with the Saturn
he never told me, He hates me
but he loves me so, and I love him:
so he struck the table with the sharp.
I pretended I never ate the peaches.
Photo courtesy of bethrooneyphotography.com
19th of June 2012
©2012 J.B.T.
beautiful dear!
loving you soumya as always
Jymiely….That left me with mixed emotions..On one hand, a bit happy…On the other hand a real sadness..Great writing
thank you david, a piece of the past, but nonetheless thought-provoking experience..I might post something today, kinda significant decision…thinking twice though
Tears~t my deep experience with your words! Doll, your simplicity is truth verified.~ Love your soul!~Deb
middle ones are naughty ones