Broadcast #11
Be for me, no more
than you have hidden away
in self-deception. Today,
tomorrow, into next week,
make yourself real for me;
toss the curried bullcrap out
with that bouquet of empty words
you're so clever with. Those tapping feet
need to settle down in an honest rhythm
of sound that catches my attention,
that makes me want to press
my cheek to yours, in simple friendship.
All the wrong things are at the top
of your list.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
