Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

Your scintillating eyes might 
scribble me down in your scrapbook 
with pasting clips 

your mind is disjointed 
fragmented and full of gaps
I am only there when  needed to
fix problems like a blunt chisel
for turning screws 

why can't I be your drink of vodka
and orange juice?
why can't you scripture me like 
a scriptural based on the bible?

you scorch my heart like a hot day 
that's why I hate scoundrels