Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Poem #2

Distractions

Their sounds are a distraction
Their presence prevent her 
She may regret her action
But she does this for sure

She rolls her eyes
They change their mind
Her fury suddenly dies
She changes her mind

She misses their presence
And comes to the conclusion
She learned her lessons

Her agitation was an illusion 

No comments:

Post a Comment