Not Again
The worst day
To ever sprout
From the depths of Hade
Could not begin to express
How he made me feel.
Who would have guessed?
Sure,
He had follicles
That put even the most
Gorgeous
Flaming
Queen to shame.
And it’s true
I envies his
Soft,
Velvet smooth,
Shining skin.
I put my heart on the line
And to have it come back
With a letter of
Reject
I’m crushed,
Cold, and
Consumed with the dreams
Of the past.
Now, I watch
As he shimmies by
With his bedazzled
Ass.
Copyright © Kara Mclain | Year Posted 2012
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