Cuddles And Sorrow Poem by Sharron Stephenson

Cuddles And Sorrow

Rating: 5.0


i marry the man of my dreams
the king of my heart and soul
i am the queen of his words and cuddles

i am the witch to his wrath
i am his bag to his punches
i am his box to his kicks

am his sorry
i am his clouds of flowers
i am his window to his world of sorrow

above all this is he the bad one
or am i

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Konab Ghumman 10 April 2019

pleasure to read a wonderful work. am his sorry i am his clouds of flowers i am his window to his world of sorrow above all this is he the bad one or am i

0 0 Reply
Carl Roussell 17 June 2018

To me this is your strongest write - Should be Poem of the Day

0 0 Reply
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success