It wasn’t a stranger, but a
friend.
A cup of coffee, just a cup
A dance, one dance, and I waved
goodbye.
This man friend of mine,
He smiled nice, stayed employed, taking
me out for coffee.
With a simple welcome to my
house,
I made a nice meal,
But my kindness, mistaken for
hints;
And my...
28 May 2012
RED
A red rose,
The rose of love,
The rose for funerals,
Today I held a red rose,
In my arms.
Was it a rose of love,
Or of the love dead in me?
The funeral of my heart.
A red dress,
An expression of love,
An expression of pain.
Today I wore a red dress,
Over my body.
Was it an expression...
