Be it sour grapesA Poem by CeceThis is not to speak of love For I hate her so much She is not capable of love It is only hate I feel Her voice I hear is not pleasing As her breath turns my stomach As her hair is stringy and course Though her skin is smooth I know it to break out any moment As her perfumes she wear reek My thoughts go to a garbage dump Which has set to cook in the hot sun As I watch her walk My thoughts go to thinking It swings as a rusty gate Her eyes I dare not look For if I do all that I wrote will go as NOT I know she I can not have as were sour grapes
© 2008 CeceAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on February 27, 2008 Last Updated on February 28, 2008 AuthorCeceVAAboutPosting travel log http://c3c3o757.wordpress.com/ Link to Living in the Philippines am i so easy for the soldiers and sailors i feel for every man who comes along my heart goes out to all the men.. more..Writing
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