Toads Pillow
How I yearn to write of adoration
Love
Pattering heartbeats and Rose petals on pillows
And my how my stomach billows
At the thought of you
As freshly washed sheets in a springtime
Blue
But the brutal truth
My poor valentine
Regrettably
Theres not one romantic bone in this body of mine
Just lust care and drudgery
A tad of trust between I and thee
Never could fill my basket with all mine eggs
Childhood prepared me with starter gun legs
To deal with things in surviver mode
Yet still my darling you kiss this toad
Copyright © Karen Deeks | Year Posted 2012
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