Relentlessly cradling hatred,
She slept off dreaming of the enemy.
Woke up in a different mood,
An emotion so pleasant and happy.

Crème latte and a butter cookie,
Colored sofas and velvet chairs.
Talk rolled into conversations,
Snowballing future to a sweet disaster.

– Emily Parker


Posted on

May 5, 2020

Submit a Comment

Your email address will not be published.