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.
I am liking this
I’m touched. It made me giggle
And just a bit sad
awesome! and lauralea’s too!
I love it when you write poetry! :) “You make my hair frizz.” HAR!
damn. those are good. Gore-Tex. ha.
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