Ripped Blue Pages Poem by Phillip Erb

Ripped Blue Pages



I'll bet my eyes'd be burning little
Less if I could see; Damned.
It's all right
If I just stay home tonight
How it must be nice to be
The one you come at night to see
Whom you wrap your arms around
When time come to lay you down
Lest this ryhme remain right here
On this battered page conveyed in
My uncontrollably sloppy pen
Take your time
Change your mind
Maybe then decide
How much longer you really
Want to stay this high

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dawn Fuzan 14 May 2014

Philip I enjoyed reading yo poem, keep writing

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Phillip Erb

Phillip Erb

Louisville, Ky.
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