It’s around 6 and the sweat is dripping down my back onto a hawaii tacky themed dress that we got to match- money blown to make my girls smile
Of course I look stupid but for love
For my loves smile I’d fly to farthest ends of the earth and spend my last cent to do the hula and eat spam
I am poet. I am woman. I write with my thumbs.
Read my poems. Tell me what You think. You may find the love poem you always thought someone wrote for you. Or the one you meant to write
lovers tell zingers and often break hearts
Milky Way Earth U.S.A Madison WI
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