Why does C take my
hand every time
as if we've never met
and why do the guys
insist on introducing
me to their pet
and when will i
resume dreaming
about the boy
who i'd hoped to forget
and who will be the
next in line to
erase all my regret?
(tonight i met a dog named Oso, and that's how this began)
copyright 2007 tammy melody gomez
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment