Nothing makes people flee Like reading them poetry They value it in theory But please don’t make them read Surprise me with your verse

Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly

My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain

Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low

My heart breaks A little each day For problems I can’t solve For things I can’t change All I can do is pray

I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes

You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this

Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses

Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling

I know it’s for the best But it still hurts Hearing mothers complain For what I would give anything fo… My husband says no