If Only it Was That Easy..

So I said

“You can’t

You

Must not fall in love with me,

As my life was calculated to hurt soul’s like you..”

Bathroom mirror mornings

Repetitive in the callings of the self mind state,

Clear in phrase

Like

My brown skin plays the temporary back drop to a speck of Colgate.

Wipe. Clean state.

Wayne Thomas © 2011