Very Bad Archive
It Wasn't
Robert Hawkins
Wasn't for love we stained sheets.
Wasn't love trailing fingers solace tween her cheeks.
Celing once white now darkly brown.
Daddy long-legs at home waiting dinner to wonder in.
Sought love foung cracked peeling celing paint.
Windows viewed none with pane.
Twas lust another thrust windowless pane.
Give all what one has, all one can.
Wasn't with love stained sheets again.
I wasn't.
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bobby
note, sperm can be delivered.
love I can't.
Robert Hawkins has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Robert's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Robert's latest works: