I'm the kind of girl that
buys her bath bubbles
from France
gets her lingerie
from a place in London
loves football
and the smell of rain
I thrive in the winter
has sex on warm sheets
on the floor
straight from the dryer
wants to move to Maine
and pick up a strange accent
and eat lobster fresh everyday
I can speak bits and pieces
of three different french
dialects
and cap it off with
yiddish
making way
for a very interesting
conversation
that I can't even
explain in English
treasures her children
misses her parents
and her sister
not a mean bone in
my body
I cook a fierce lasagna
love high priced make-up
consider fashion magazines
my personal bibles
I never go to church
unless it's for my kids
I'm a total push over
I realize poetry doesn't
make you rich
sometimes it only makes
you dead
I'm the girl that writes
because her heart
tells her she has to
Dear Robin, indeed there is not a mean bone in your body. This is so beautiful. It is like your resume in the job of life. You are such a beautiful person inside and out. Lynn Stillman
Hi! I'm That Kind Of Boy happy without u and will be happy with that kind of girl.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem Robin... You brought me in to your mind. And looking through your eye. thats is pretty cool Good job; o)