Beach balls fall my way
as I push through the crowd
and learn how to give more
of myself in practice-sessions.
I guess sports
were never that threatening,
as I get to see her
in the field
preening.
The view of a house-
It all makes me feel like
I'm training by an old woman's land
of whom I once knew.
This place has its own memories --
ghosts, so sweet --
seeping into me
as I feel the dream take over me.
America's never tasted this savory.
The lyrics are all over the paper.
Hiding in a blanket, I'm so over
how this place never quite treated
its students the way it said
in the advertisements.
I don't wanna hold onto resentment
if spirits like her
are always existing
in the corners where you just
have to look.
I'm too happy
to be shook.
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Erogenous & Emotional Verses
PoetryDo you like erotic poetry? Well, I do too! Wanna embark on this journey with me? (This also can get emotional.)
