Be it sour grapes

 

 

 

This is not to speak of love

For I hate her so much

She is not capable of love

 

It is only hate I feel

Her voice I hear is not pleasing

As her breath turns my stomach

 

As her hair is stringy and course

Though her skin is smooth

I know it to break out any moment

 

As her perfumes she wear reek

My thoughts go to a garbage dump

Which has set to cook in the hot sun

 

As I watch her walk

My thoughts go to thinking

It swings as a rusty gate

 

Her eyes I dare not look

For if I do all that I wrote will go as NOT

I know she I can not have as were sour grapes

 

 

 

Author's Note

wrap me wit ur {LUV} lyke da sheets that covers my bed

Reviews

[Bhabie]

:)

[STEVEN]

dreaming of a day when i can wrap you wit my LUV lyke the sheets that covers your bed...my only dream is of that one special day...there will only be one special day...after that it will be great but not special...you only live once...you only love this way once...and your heart tells you of such feeling...i will always be here...and i will always review and comment your beautiful writings...

[thecoolone52]

yeah way better then your other one...... i liked the word play and you had some orginality there very nice work!! Good job!!

[STEVEN]

i love to love...i am pleased with your writing...you are better all the time...anything you do is great...i could never find fault in anything you do...keep writing...i love them all...