Dry Toast


Breakfast was not that interesting
well actually
it was interesting,
couldn’t figure out what it was
And sat there thinking,
love can be a debilitating illness at times . . . why?
Because sometimes
we marry someone who just can’t cook
but what can you do?
You can’t really tell them
that they can’t because they’re trying.
They’re really trying
just for you.
But man
oh man
my stomach is crying.
“You like it baby?”
“Of course”, I lied quietly to myself
She’s trying just for me
and that’s real love
but truthfully,
I’d rather have dry toast and kiss

I’d rather have dry toast and kiss

Like Gene Simmons and chit?

Seriously...I really enjoyed this post for some reason. It's a nice story....

I was really drawn in by the title of this poem. It's a situation that we can all relate to in many ways. Good One, and Thanks Mr. Butter!!

Mr Butter indeed, great write Mig

i LOVE it. brilliant