The ball is in your court
Deflated and crusted with dirt
You’re in your room
Scrolling in search of greener grass;
A better catch
The ball is in your court
Once bulbous and ripe
An erotic suggestion
Now sagging and has lost its bounce
The ball is in your court
A relic; petrified
To be stored away for kicks and giggles
But you just leave it there hanging
The ball is in your court
It wants to be played with and caressed
But it only remembers being kicked and thrown
Maybe it’s within its nature
To be trampled upon
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interesting use of words!
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Thank you very much. I think since English is my second language, I tend to perceive it and use it differently.
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Reblogged this on Reflecting Moon and commented:
My poem is featured on the Drabble,; thank you!
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