Robbie Kenny


Whisper in my ear all the things you know I Want to hear.
Stop drinking alcohol & beer.
Or your car you can't drive or steer.
I know we worked together for two years.
It is not true the rumor of you being queer.

I know I am a little older.
The rejection feels colder.
My persuasion gets bolder.
I write my poems & keep them in a folder.

You work the produce department.
In my heart I reserved a special compartment.
Together we should get an apartment.

(Author Notes

Dedicated to a coworker at Food4Less.
A potentially perfect guy with unmutual feelings.
Time changes people.
But people can't change time.
Expressing my feelings is how I rhyme.)

© Harmony Sapphire . All rights reserved

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