Graceful B***hA Poem by Bob SherunkleIf only things turned out different
Hips that move like dancing pistons,
Hair that flowed like the cruel sea. Eyes that glimmered like the devil's own, It was never meant to be. Confidence too high to guide or admire, figure full and burned like fire. Inner thoughts were unkempt like me, the trouble ahead I could not see. Caught in her gaze seemed like an eternity of pain, You fought to pull away,but only she would gain. She left under a storm of hurtful words exchanged, only now I realise I was short changed.
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StatsAuthorBob SherunkleUnited KingdomAboutSerial drunkard,despiser of politics and b******s.All round good guy...and yes,that picture is a very bad one of me....Possibly. more..Writing
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