Breakfast in the living room…

Breakfast in the living room
what a dangerous place.
Trembling in fear
to see a tear
fall softly down your face.
Frozen in my solitude,
my hands clench unsteady.
Emotion hit my hidden heart
when I was not ready.


Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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