Heartwarming and inspirational women's fiction
NaPoWriMo day fourteen and here’s poem number fourteen. it’s called The Raconteur…
Never thought you were much of a conversationalist
until you spent the night with another woman
and apparently just talked for seven hours
without even going to bed
or sleeping
or anything
I see you in a new light now
Beginnings
A nymph skips lightly across my heart
Painting it golden
In effect it leaves me breathless
Can this be love?
Shit
Sold on the false economy of your promises
I believed you were true.
Hooked on the desire for honesty
I told myself that you were the one
The one
The one who…
Then a heavy dose of reality
Showed me, too late,
It’s all just a series of fairy tales.
Same shit
Different face