Some people fall in love
while I control the weather
sneaky snowy snowflakes
disappear into
furry white whether
weather
Some men fall for love
while they control the seasons
a perchant for
flips, flops, and fails
when their mind's
mine
Some will open the door
when the wind blows
like a whore
though some will sit
knitting their Id
as it screams
for more
I particularly love the first segment of this poem... the way is rolls off the tip of my tongue! I just woke up... the sun is shineing in my bedroom through the big windows and I had the urge to read something poetic. So I came here... and I'm leaving satisfied!
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