Baseball Poem by anais vionet
Baseball
Rating: ★5.0
It didn't work out. *sigh*
What were the odds? Statistics...
- love isn't baseball.
Where do regrets start?
Should I regret the sunset
- or mourn holding hands?
Or shame desire?
Baseball.. Well, at least he
didn't get to first base. =]
Saturday, October 3, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: teen,baseball,humor,romance
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
baseball where everything is a statistic - but everything isn't a clean statistic.
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5/5/2024 12:09:48 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Holding hands is over-rated...said no one ever. No one with a heart anyway. QtR