Thursday, December 27, 2018

Leftovers

She gave herself the leftover words to write this poem.
Don’t say she gets no respect;
second best or worse yet sometimes surprises the supposed best.

When you laugh with a broken heart, it makes the humor more meaningful
And really, it’s not a broken heart,
just a wasted soul getting in the way of friends with underused middle fingers  inspiring revelations.

-December 2018