Poems from Rachel Bulko
You left me begging for more, more of my childhood hero.
You didn't even stop to think, just once, "What will my wife do when I'm gone?"
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Crickets chirp in the dead of the August night, "Listen, listen, listen to us!"
I start to tear up, throat closing around pain, but I am...
Mr. T, I do NOT pity the fools who mess with you; I pity you.
I see you stand on your soapbox, acting like you have a clue.
You preach....
The fact that I hold the door open for girls does NOT make me a lesbian.
I fantasize about guys way more than I should. Fulfilling my...
You are to me, the distant sea.
You would not love Euridyce.
Your golden eyes, they did not see
The way she cried, "Please, look at me!"
I...