Bring back my email,
Lordy, bring it back.
I never meant to send it,
I never meant to press
That press key and I never meant
To let him see
My wildest wish, sent hurtling
Through the ether like
A comet, trailing harmful fire,
Streaking like a rocket
Whizzing and shrieking and
Exploding in the air
For all to see,
For him to see,
And now he knows
And now he knows
And yes I wanted to,
He needed it,
He must have known,
His face blanched
Like the moon.
Linda, I smiled at this thinking how much we are all alike...e-mail is worse than losing one's temper and shrieking because, well, they have it in print...forever. Good idea for a poem and I like your folksy voice. Raynette
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Linda, great title for this poem! Hitting that send button really is like pressing the trigger... great write! ! Brian