She Wore A Smart Suit

She wore a smart suitSetting her apart from the restShe was a fine specimenAltered from her years out West The tailor created perfectionIt loved her feminine curveThe details you won’t missFeeling beauty in your structured nerves Those blonde curls, nice & tightNoticing underthings peeking throughRegaining my composure in timeDon’t want my excitement to be misconstruedContinue reading “She Wore A Smart Suit”

Maybe Those Were The Days

   Maybe those were the daysI wasn’t so perfect, structured or neatRebelling against all humanityCouldn’t tell the difference in defeatA crooked line to followA wrinkled brow upon the figureheadOur dreams fractured when appliedLost within reality’s pragmatism instead