Thread: Number 1498

New poem...just wrote it today...Yay!



There's a building across the street
from my apartment complex.

I see a lady hanging her head
out of her two story window, I wonder
what she is thinking.

Below I see her beautiful flowers have survived
her marriage of truth and lies.

I wonder if she wants to know life's greatest
questions like I always have.

I think of how many women her husband had
cheated on her with and how many men
she has longed for to caress her.

When I look at the clouds I see the faces of
past persons like me, who have done every wrong
and looked past every right.

There's a little bird who sits on top of
my head and tells me its secrets and of all the places it has seen.

Walking into my house the
other day I looked over at her house,
I saw a for sale sign with big red letters
standing in her tiger lilies which were beginning
to wilt a shy.

Knocking on her door I stood there,
she answered, a ciggarette protruding from
her tiny red lips.

She stared at me a minute then said,
"who are you?"