The Grass is Greener on the Other Side
Not one sufficient word in this language;
To describe the lingering anguish.
Created by a innocent kiss;
That bloomed a heart into spring bliss.
Should I rebuke your love?
Poems of sin to write of.
Write the words with invisible ink .
Verbs that would be distinct.
Contains late night text of risqué humor.
This relationship put-it in a funeral.
It’s not dead ; it’s not gone.
It’s just me because I know I’m wrong .
You and him.
Who to choose?
“Life is short,
So don’t pick and loose”.
Had been on the other side.
God knows I lived the lie.