Terrance Woolridge

Rookie - 163 Points (11/24/77 / Newark N.J)

Her - Poem by Terrance Woolridge

There I stood as she kicked in the doors
Of my chest
Running down the halls of my soul
Vandalizing the walls of my manhood
Writing No, No, No! !
We can’t do this cause it might lead to that
And that’s no good for this thing I already have
I laughed then I cried & I cried then I laughed
As she poured a half-a-gallon of disappointment
In my blissful bath
Now I’m drying my body off with a towel
Made from confusion
Before she lotions me down with
Watching my patients fall in love
But before it hit rock bottom
She caught it by surprise
Now that I’m awake
I can see the subliminal lies
So I wash my face with friendship
& Wipe the infatuation from my eyes

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  • Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar (7/16/2010 9:48:00 PM)

    humerous, metopharic and (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 1, 2010

Poem Edited: Tuesday, February 2, 2010

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