Bad Poetry Friday

Here’s another poem, written with magnetic poetry in 2008, that appears in my Valentine manuscript. I figure that if my teen character writes bad poetry, it might as well come from the best source possible: me.

 

Untitled c. 1998

Summer is over

his love has consumed her

his song burns like morning wind

He said, “I only want her on my skin.”

She said, “His song has burned my tongue

a slice of him smells lovely

like wild blossoms on a July morning.”

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