by J. J. Campbell
i still recall your
two lovely lips
dark haunting eyes
and a body that
wouldn't quit
that was long over
a decade now
and i sometimes
have to force these
poems out before
the evil forces in
my brain make me
forget i ever had
any happiness
or joy
let alone a time
in my life where
i was regularly
having sex
you're married
now and happy
you got what you
always wanted
one of us
deserved it
i suppose
April 23, 2009
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1 comments:
More great stuff JJ. I guess, some one has to suffer to create art. Best you and your haunting eyes.
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