Beaten down to a secret place Where it hides curled and wounded Lies a feeling called love You know it is what it is Because it hurts so much Blushing cheeks worth ruby’s praise Eyes that sparkle a diamond’s blaze Speaking in every which way That I couldn’t get myself to And yet, you wouldn’t…
Category: Poems
Pretty Please
Men will be men Privileged, unabashed Disillusioned, I say Who think they have a right Right to not listen to a ‘NO’ They feign not to see Because we are just playing hard to get Ain’t we? And you know better Better than us that we want it Which makes you a victim Of the…
The Doctor's Note 