Friday, April 8, 2016

Freedom Fries Friday.... (National Poetry Month #8)

The scientific formula for her tears was water, salt and him. 


Life began when he saw her eyes; before that there had been only practice. 


Chubby hand reaching for my chin and I fall in love one more time. 


Contented sigh, milk drunk smile, dreams that can't be imagined, life is sweet.


I'm fine, the practiced lie, she was wonderful, but people get jealous.

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