A confusion about socks.
A delusion over his and her’s.
“Mine” she said
As she sat upon his bed.
It is an easy mistake
To make,
To take
Something that you should not possess,
Be it an item of dress
Or a smile
Bought for a little while.
A confusion about socks.
A delusion over his and her’s.
“Mine” she said
As she sat upon his bed.
It is an easy mistake
To make,
To take
Something that you should not possess,
Be it an item of dress
Or a smile
Bought for a little while.
Wow! The last two lines made me smile. A short but such a lovely poem.
“The pages of her diary had never wondered,
A dreadful incident would leave her thundered.”
Read my poem “Survivor” at
https://akashsingh2017.wordpress.com/2017/06/25/survivor/
Hope it inspires you and touches your heart
Many thanks for your kind words and liking my poem. I will certainly check out your work. Kind regards, Kevin
Thanks Kevin. 🙂