I Had Enough Of You Poem by Leslie Alexis

I am tired of that same old kiss
And hearing of the unforeseen bliss.
For your company I do not yearn;
You cause no flames to keenly burn.

Instead, its disgust that's burning,
For first falling victim to yearning;
Damn bat, you are no pretty dove,
You cannot see I am not in love!

Your voice doesn't calm me like the breeze.
You are the blight that kills rich trees.
I really want to set you on fire,
With you, that is my only desire.

Copyright 2010 Leslie Alexis