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When you come home after a hard day's work,
there's a plate on the counter and food on the stove.
Your favorite bottle is chilling in a bucket of ice;
as you relax in your Lazy Boy, I think, "isn't that nice?"
You never buy me flowers
While you watch a movie or go to play Xbox
I'm standing in the kitchen, elbows deep in dishes.
When you say you're tired and you're taking a nap,
my arms are overflowing with the laundry stack.
You never buy me flowers
After you awaken you want a shoulder rub;
I put down the broom and attend to you at once.
Then you go to shower and find a shirt needs sewn;
once the tear is mended tomorrow's lunch must be tended.
You never buy me flowers
When midnight comes and goes we lay in bed together;
I'm almost asleep when you whisper naughty things into my ear.
You roll me over and I sigh as I look right into your eyes
and shout 'You never buy me flowers' and then I roll back over.
there's a plate on the counter and food on the stove.
Your favorite bottle is chilling in a bucket of ice;
as you relax in your Lazy Boy, I think, "isn't that nice?"
You never buy me flowers
While you watch a movie or go to play Xbox
I'm standing in the kitchen, elbows deep in dishes.
When you say you're tired and you're taking a nap,
my arms are overflowing with the laundry stack.
You never buy me flowers
After you awaken you want a shoulder rub;
I put down the broom and attend to you at once.
Then you go to shower and find a shirt needs sewn;
once the tear is mended tomorrow's lunch must be tended.
You never buy me flowers
When midnight comes and goes we lay in bed together;
I'm almost asleep when you whisper naughty things into my ear.
You roll me over and I sigh as I look right into your eyes
and shout 'You never buy me flowers' and then I roll back over.
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give me a reason to stay
I need more from you
than two lips parted;
hungry hands scrabbling
at my sides.
I need your limbs
twined around my
hopes and dreams -
I need your fingers
clutching for my soul.
Literature
Wildflower
You are the most beautiful
And kind person I can come to be beside
You are the wildflower under the winter cold
And I am the snow you brighten by your nearness
I would love you with all my soul
If only my soul would obey
Then love me with your form
Freeze my petals with your touch
Arrest a youthful desperation inside my stem
With the rapture only you provide
You are the snow on a silent twilight
And I am the wildflower you suffocate with soulless lust
I would love you with all my soul
If only your soul would hear me
And see tears from burning eyes?
See broken towers which held their hopes and dreams
Fall in the sea of cry
Literature
A stranger walked up to me today...
A man walked up to me and asked me for a cigarette… I told him I didn't smoke anymore, and he asked me why? ––I answered "because the person I used to smoke with, isn't around anymore", and he replied…"that's why I smoke."
A woman walked up to me and asked me for drugs, I replied "I have several in store…his eyes, his smile, his hands"…she whispered, "that's not a drug"…and I laughed as I said.. "if only you knew."
A child walked up to me today and asked me to play a game, I told them I was too tired to play games, i'd been playing for years, they replied…"then you must be a pro!", to wh
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This was wrote off an informal prompt of "He don't buy roses"
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This piece touches me on a deep emotional level.
All too often have I been an object of sex and never been granted someone who would paint the sky for me if I decided I didn't like it being blue.
It's really well done - the grammar is perfect from what I can see, and I love your use of inner rhyme in parts of the poem.
All too often have I been an object of sex and never been granted someone who would paint the sky for me if I decided I didn't like it being blue.
It's really well done - the grammar is perfect from what I can see, and I love your use of inner rhyme in parts of the poem.