Hold my hand
Mommy
Hold my hand
Give me a square meal and
A shackle called love
**
She was like the city; modern,
Skinny and molded ontoa
A 4x4 block.
Hair cropped short,
Three earrings in each
Eyebrow.
She didn’t believe in tattoos.
An MBA in business told him
She wouldn’t be
outsmarted by
anybody.
The city had an iron gate on it.
Somewhere
a killer had not been caught.
Somewhere
a girl was giving up on love.
The first one I like...
ReplyDeleteThe second one...I like more
(I didn't at first, but the ending made it all work out for some reason)
P.S. Is "ontoa" (in the second line) a typo or intentional? Sometimes it's hard to tell with poetry...
Whiteout for sale,
Regards,
Vark
Lol! Vark you're my favorite.
ReplyDeleteIt was unintentional. I'm too lazy to fix it.
Keep up the poetry reading :D I'll make you a connoseur yet.