Day follows day Night becomes An endless series Of tosses And love untended Still grows Among the weeds and trash Forgotten but not In the heart that held it close Always There Always there.
Tag: broken heart
Grown
the slow roll of your eyes, the tilt of your head, the sneer of my lips, judging another’s youthful enthusiasm, joy for joy’s sake, labeling her cuz you grown, you grown cuz you gots a baby, but any fool can spread her legs, and let a man in… To be really grown, Grown Your Mind, …
Lucinda Rose 