Have a nice day

Last night went on for hours

My present in return for the flowers

 

It takes me a while to sit up

Ask me if I’m sore, I reply “Yup”

 

Your roses are on the bureau

A token from my love, my beau

 

I lean in to take in their smell

A ring, it comes from your cell

 

It’s your job, you become serious

You’re all crisp, no longer mysterious

 

You ignore me while you chat away

The moment is over, have a nice day

 

Reviews

[Floydina White]

Started out so sweet and sexy, and ended so cold and so abrupt--my kinda gal :)

[brooding poet]

it is my goal not to have a job that requires a cell phone...so that stuff like this doesn't happen...

great poem. ouch, indeed.

[A.r. Bazian]

such moments we dont really look into...
such simplicity!
the things we take for granted!

nicely written
take good care

[lori c]

ooooooo, ouch. again nice job catching that briefest moment when the rainbow in the bubble pops and all we are left with is icky slime. loved it.

[Brenda Sue]

That's so bad when that happens. Wonderfully penned. Great job.