Our Bond
If only each of us can have one...
Where grass never grew
I'd be with you
Because our bond
Needs no grass or pond
It only entails
Two details
A thee
And me
About the Creator
T. Licht
I have a love for words and a love to share them.
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Where's the Glory?
In breaking news, rehabilitated Republican Senator Johnnie Johnson (Pronouns: HE, HIM, HIS) called a press conference from the Men’s room of the New Orleans Louis Armstrong International Airport, Concourse B, across from the Ignatius Reilly’s Lucky Dog stand. The Senator had just returned from a sexual reorientation rehabilitation program in Memphis, TN after being publically disgraced at a Buckee’s Truckstop restroom soliciting sex from an undercover cop three months ago. He is a founding member of the Reformed Christians for Christ, a conservative, pro-family and ex-gay advocacy group. In the spirit of being reborn, Senator Johnson invited reporters to marvel at his plans for a major remodeling of airport bathrooms.
By Cathy Schieffelin5 days ago in Humor
Comments (3)
"Oh, but love grows where my Rosemary goes and nobody knows like me" lyric from "Love Grows (Where My Rosemary Goes)" by Edison Lighthouse-one of my all-time favorite songs and your poem, in particular the first line, reminded me of it. Nice, so nice!
This has a really sweet feel to it, like a tender and growing love 💕
Short but sweet! I like it.