Daily men walk through the streets of beautiful women,
As a man we need more than hope we need prayers,
Looking at Miss Faith instantly there is believe,
every glance made, the image of her comes to my head
her voice " Is this working late, smashing plates,
a broken heart can't love, forgive never forget.
Now look at me its three in the morning
I must go home tired I'm yawning..
I can't afford to tell her but I must confess
the lipstick stains
or should I tip-toe & throw away the evidence.
Just kisses..
deep breathe..
Confession is good for the soul
a remedy of Victoria, the colonel herbs & spices,
Keep this secret.
Once is only a mistake..
About the Creator
Sean Noble
Poetry from the spiritual mind expressing Ways of creativity. Read passionately mini sadness, pure happiness. I have no Stripe account but will accept gratuity via PayPal. [email protected]. Thank you. Most High First Every Day.
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