Tag: boring

  • Boats

    Everyone thought he was boring  For all the words he was storing  For the poems he wrote  All about the boat  When the rain started pouring 

  • Gone Again

    I knew he was gone before I even opened my eyes.  The bed was cold and his scent wasn’t lingering like it usually did.  I wondered how long he had waited after I fell asleep to leave. Probably not long knowing how mad he had gotten. His face had never been as contorted as it…