This kind of love I should covet
With a steady ominous man
Ball and chain on around my finger
Was not intention nor a plan.
I should find it internal solace
That this is a little girl’s dream
But breathing became suffocation,
My whispers became a scream.
Packed my bags and laced my shoes
Left the chain beside the door.
Walked away from this love
Because my heart longed for more.
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Kelly, you really have some great poems. Keep up the good work. You have this blogging thing down.
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This is really, really good. I pretty much feel like my poems aren't as good as this. But I mean that in a good way! :) have you ever thought about publishing them or anything? I think you're a great poet. Keep it up for certain!
I really like this and all of your work.
I'm really happy that I got some feedback on that blog, although Ackerman wants me to take out the fact that it's about my parents. I'm really glad you and Elly agreed with me on my views. Also, that you both argue with your dads about it! It doesn't make me feel so bad. He always guilt-trips me when we talk about stuff like that :(
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