05-03-2017A Poem by Nessa05/03/2017 Nessa Monroe
Maybe, when the air is calm" The summer comes" My name lives on. The ocean breeze; That long white dress; And you pursued me, Like a quest. But round and round, I side-stepped you, Until the day I was your fool. Night-time, and A winter storm. Your breath was hot; Your lips were warm. Those promises Hung in the air. You held me close, And touched my hair…. A hurricane of Endless nights, Till it was time That you took flight…. My heart was raw, And I was yours; But I was nothing But your w***e. Well, time will pass, And I’ll forget The way you made me Feel regret…. But sometimes, when The storm rolls in, I’ll go back To you again. I’ll feel your hands On my skin" How tasting you Was like a sin. And I’ll have hope That I live on" When summer comes, And the air is calm. © 2017 Nessa |
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Added on May 8, 2017 Last Updated on May 8, 2017 |