Poems from laurenbrinee
There is a picture
That sits in my closet.
I dare not pull it out--
It reminds me of the truth that
Once was.
Or wasn’t- I cannot be too...
Raindrops pour upon her round face,
How she loved the silky splash of Adam’s ale
It cleansed and soothed her soul.
Her hair, unbending ...
As you spoke,
He listened--
Or you assumed so
Sometimes he accidently
Dropped the phone
As you spoke long narratives,
Recounts of...