unaware i had been keeping a light glowing near my closed heart
that buzz.and the phone lights up.him.words that warm.heart skips a beat.bite lip.guts stirred…
He awaits her return with mixed feelings
I love one-lined poems more than I love cheesecake. ©Kate Comstock
A strange place this is
I see far too many people walking through life with their heads down,
time passing by, not noticing their fellow mans smile or frown.
What a world it would be,
Roll with me just once
Down here in the dirt and sweat
till lustration comes
Hail, Cardboard! My salute to thee,The least that I can do,For all you’ve done and do for me,Ne’er words e’er writ so true.
I was certain I had it coveredNo room for romance. No place for connection.And then you came along and wrecked…