Sight To Behold
I was made
For war.
She let her
Sugar pour.
She was made
For peace.
I fought with
The police.
I have a head
Full of bad ideas.
She is making home
Made tortillas.
I'm a work
In project.
She is a
Desired object.
I have too
Much to say.
She is a
Quiet day.
I easily
Fall apart.
She is smooth,
State of the art.
I’m full of
Nervous energy.
She’s a special
Documentary.
I’m that,
Four AM call.
She is the
First snowfall.
I’m full of
Confrontation.
She is a solid
Foundation.
I’m ready
To attack.
She’s easy going
And relaxed.
I can make
A scene.
She is a
Living dream.
I’m a ing
Mess.
She is hot
Off the press.
I seem to
Know it all.
She is that
One free call.
I’m a big
Ball of worry.
She is never
In a hurry.
There is something
Wrong with me.
She is perfect
As can be.
I run hot
Then cold.
She is a
Sight to behold.
Turbo1904
Copyright © Debbie Middaugh | Year Posted 2022
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