The East Coast gets these four day rainstorms;
The wind churns a circular motion.
All I want is a book and tea that warms,
And leave the clouds to war with the ocean.
I sit amid clutter and unread books,
I think I still hope daydreams will come true.
I know I’ve lost my figure and my looks,
Use of the word “I” so much makes me blue.
Always thought myself above normal life
But all I got was lots of crazy men.
And lost the chance to be a Mom and wife,
There is no way to do it yet again.
My goals are now to clean this apartment up,
And leave me better rhymes than “cup” and “pup”.