Tucked Away
Roses are burgundy,
violets are dead,
and the family
blossoms I
hand-picked is
enfolded under my
pitch dark bed
My hearts beats
slightly and my love
leaves silently
Dismiss from mind
Ted, Greg, and Meg
who is sealed and
bedeviled under my
pitch- dark bed and
not to be
narrow-minded
although I’m looking
out for I instead
Your smirk creates
the impression of
politely on the
other hand the
resentfulness you
all gained for I is
unclearly it’s
unsightly
You kick me when I’m
down and I hurl and
wheel around I can
feel the kicks
kicking me under my
bed
Happens late and
lately everyday and
nightly
Looks like I have to
embed, you all in
something twice as
cruel than under my
bed, cause the
attachment I had for
these local kinfolks
fled
“Precisely”,
“Untimely”, and
“Gladly”
- Loverboi
Copyright © Kenneth Melvin | Year Posted 2014
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