Lesbian Poetry

classic she was not in a sweet sense

I got a closet full of memories
a conscience of wrong doings
not of my own

she's out there
so many flaws
anger and rage
too blind to read the next place

always setting up the same stage
not worth the night out
old town scenery
it's loosing value in our hearts
the crowds lost interest
the bonds depreciated
her play was a classic
always the same
nonsense
I'll leave my best suit for another
at least the monologues sweep me away
the drama not so intense