A Poem By: Brooke Boddie
You won’t have to buy her candy.
She’d be happier
-with simply going to the grocery store with you
Smiling, frolicking down each aisle.
She’d rather stay home and steam your veggies,
-with a nice glass of red wine.
She doesn’t want the sweet stuff,
-so you can keep the candy.
Thats the type of love that’s here today,
She’s the type to write you love letters
Doesn’t have to be a special occasion.
She’s the type to write you a love letter
but only in ink
For she craves a love that’ll never fade away.
But only in ink,
because pencils are too slow.
Pens move faster.
Behind the pen, she fears
having all the tools
yet still finding a way to fail.
She’s still learning to breathe.
She usually holds her breath during the tough times.
She’s been holding her breath her whole life.