Cherita Poems

It’s carnival timeBright lights, pretty costumesDancers in a paradeI can’t help but think of herDark skin, bright smileHips that swayed and told lies ***You can’t shout over the musicLoud rhythms and pounding beatsI didn’t catch your name … or eyeToo many drinksWith umbrellas Can’t catch my lonely tears This poem was from a prompt fromContinue reading “Cherita Poems”