You go through girls
Like I go through books
Lingering and loving
But only in the moment
When the moment is up,
You put the book back,
Not waiting to see
The rest of the beauty within
If you go back
To reread her pages,
She may feel loved,
At least for a day
But after this,
She'll learn not to trust you
Though its doubtful
You'll care to return
No, now she's just a face
Among many faces
A partly read book
On your collectors bookshelf.
YOU ARE READING
That's Wrong
PoetryI feel _____. "That's wrong." I enjoy _____. "That's wrong." I love ______. "That's wrong." I believe ______. "That's wrong." When will I simply exist and they say, "You are wrong."
