I’m going back To college To get me Some knowledge To get my
Burning both ends Of the candlesticks Without a single Candle wick Up at four
The way u touch my face The way that u embrace The way u make me feel Makes me think this is real © From A Poet’s Heart
Copyright 12/5/14 I don’t get to read I don’t get to write I just get to fuss I just get to fight
Streaming subscriptions R going up Paper subscriptions R going down People r stuck
With all this virus talk On internet and TV I had to take a walk To get back to me Without my job right now
I can’t feel My feet Can I borrow Your heat? © From A Poet’s
U r my knight U have brought light N2 my life U vanquished strife © From A Poet's
This killer cootie bug Has pulled out the rug From under our feet And it isn’t neat © From A Quarantined Poet’s
https://m.facebook.com/story.php?s… Since the shops r closed And cannot get our curls And toilet paper goes Just as fast as they can unfurl
It’s freeze Your knees Degrees Outside!
This monster that I have become Has pushed away E-ver-y-one This monster that
I am all 100 percent woman I do not need any man To complete me or make me I can do anything like u I can shoot on a range,
We’ve got snot And it’s a lot We r sick And it is thick When we sneeze
Covid-19 U r obscene We once were free But we couldn’t see U stole that