Tuesday, April 07, 2009

Poetry for the Pained

Dating Haiku's:

You sir, give good phone
When I want you in person,
the phone stops ringing.

He was a nice man
Witty, smart and full of charm
Alas, I was thrown down.

You, in hot pursuit
Broken hearted, I try again
Then, it is over.

I expect a slap
and a tidal wave of pain,
Please cure my cynicism.

She, a soulful girl.
Funny, caring and thoughtful
When will it happen?

If one more person
tells me to love myself, I
could retire in Prague.

1 comment:

laura said...

Kelly, these are great!

God, I HATED dating!!! Way too shy for that business. In fact, I don't think I ever really did date, for real. I always just made friends with them first, and then showed them my boobies, lol! :)

Anyway, hang in there, and *HUGS*!