Love is like peanut butter
some prefer it smooth, glides
easily along the bread
others like it chunky, rough,
more substance, texture,
nothing comes easy, tears the
bread up from time to time
Day: September 17, 2011
Categories
Banes of…
You’ll never know
what might have been
you’ll never prove
what could have been
to loudly proclaim
what should have been
is the greatest of curses
self-inflicted by men
Ponderable polemics, poetic 