Poems from swingerif
Am I me?
Am I some predestined splotch on a painting?
My thoughts…
Are they mine?
Do I think for myself?
Is there some cosmic factory...
Facebook posts and tweets complain
Of summers end
And falls begin
Along with school and teachers and tests
But really I’m okay with this...
Think of me
You’ll start to smile
I’m a big, bright bubble for a while.
Think of me
His heart will yearn
I’m a lovely little lady he has...
The sun sweet bliss ICannot get overIt beckons to meDay in and day outThe sandy stretch andThe salty goodnessI belong here likeA fat boy...
I'll never forget howThey came to my houseIn the middle of the nightBarging in like they owned the placeI've never liked pigsThey throw...