Three

Leave a comment Standard

She smells sweet / like lavender

The putrid sound rings high / Sour scents / Rotten things

The succulent lilt of his sides / smooth

27 is crude / 59 is all attitude / But three is beautiful

Bright

Mommy tells me to be quiet

But the voice of 3 / calls so sweetly to me

And I can’t stay seated

Ya see / I need her with me

Because 3 is the most beautiful number I have ever heard or seen

She sounds like the breeze / As it runs through daisies

And I don’t understand / Why I can’t demand

To have her with / me always

To make her stay

Momma says no / 5 is the right guy

And he’s cool and all / just not my type

But I’m not the type to judge

So don’t judge me / If I only

want to see my best friends in threes

I posted this to my classes NaPoWriMo, not my best work but still. Let me know what you think 🙂

Advertisements