Pathetically Sincere


Pathetically Sincere

A Poem by TTBoy

Like wanton soup

she floated beaten

as that urine stained shirt

he wore irked her beyond

all reason

But because of the time,

 she glanced over at a pink

oxford that was missing a button

For it did not matter

where

His beauty had no chance

of shining through the catfight

it had appeared he had lost in

Helping him out of it

 she help in into her

© 2010 TTBoy

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