I was made

For war.

   She let her

Sugar pour.


   She was made

For peace.

   I fought with

The police.


   I have a head 

Full of bad ideas.

   She is making home

Made tortillas.


   I'm a 

Work in project.

   She is a

Desired object.


   I have too

Much to say.

   She is a

Quiet day.


   I easily 

Fall apart.

   She is smooth, 

State of the art.


   I’m full of

Nervous energy.

   She is a

Special documentary.


   I’m that,

Four AM call.

   She is the

First snowfall.


   I’m full of


   She is a solid



   I’m ready 

To attack.

   She’s easy going

And relaxed.


   I can make

A scene.

   She is a

Living dream.


   I’m a fucking


   She is hot

Off the press.


   I seem to 

Know it all.

   She is that 

One free call.


   I’m a big 

Ball of worry.

   She is never

In a hurry.


   There is something

Wrong with me.

   She is perfect

As can be.


   I run hot

Then cold.

   She is a

Sight to behold.



  • Author: Turbo1904 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 28th, 2022 04:38
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 8
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  • L. B. Mek

    a wonderfully rhythmic dedication
    thanks for sharing

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