Silly girl,
Your apprehension
Illuminates you,
White light emanates
Neon signs flash.
But inside, you
Are spread legs
And red lips sore,
You are abhorred.
Silly girl,
You know nothing
Of this corrupt world.
Father, save me
Teach me right from wrong,
Sing to me,
Dance with me,
Stay a while.
Garden in the Spring,
Read newspapers in
The Winter nights
And white winter trees.
In summertime,
Shield us in our
Happy discussions of life
And love.
Thank you.
YOU ARE READING
Petrichor
PoetryWe grow old eventually {here are the waking thoughts that consume me}
