Nature Haiku For The Romantically Unlucky
Blame is like an oak
Deeply-rooted, making shade
Yes, it’s still your fault.
Our love is like rain
But no Gore-Tex can shield me
You make my hair frizz.
Your rivers of angst
Washing away my patience
No spawning for you.
Buds grow on branches
Blossom in the light of day
Get out of my tree.
August 14th, 2006 at 7:07 pm
I am liking this
I’m touched. It made me giggle
And just a bit sad
August 14th, 2006 at 8:05 pm
awesome! and lauralea’s too!
August 14th, 2006 at 11:57 pm
I love it when you write poetry! :) “You make my hair frizz.” HAR!
August 15th, 2006 at 8:28 am
damn. those are good. Gore-Tex. ha.
August 15th, 2006 at 11:03 am
Hair frizz is my fave as well. How about a more self-affirming one:
I am SO worthy
It’s YOU who is the loser
You don’t deserve me