Not all flowers are pretty

Little pieces of the women I’ve loved in the last sad songs of kind voices

Sad to say there’s been limited rejoices

I have to find those narrow places

Those big giants smiles that cover your faces

I keep looking for the in between 

I don’t even know what that means 

I have found love....in a smile 

I have found it runs as long as the Nile

I have found the frown of denial

I approached with grace and style 

I find.... nothing true

I find your trust the deepest of blues

You’ve taught me so many lessons

In the summer of Covid I’m showered with blessings 

On your phones playing games always got me guessing

I told you on our last night you’re spiralling out of control

You have no idea how nasty that spiral can roll

You’re clueless to the wicked tongue and it’s scream; loved you. 

We were so close to being that crazy dream; you knew.

I’m not upset it didn’t work out

I’m upset you can’t find the right route

Best of luck to the woman who couldn’t see two inches past her nose

By far the ugliest rose

-To  B.J.