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Miss.
by Madeline PestolesiI don't need anything,
Cosmo tells me.
I am a fabulous, independent woman,
Totally self-sufficiant
According to Glamour.
"Who needs a man?"
Not me.
I have hot cleavage
A nice rump,
And legs up to there.
So what more do I need?
I repeat over and over.
But a nagging voice
Reminds me something's up.
A vacuos ache
Because you are gone.
And I miss you more than I want to admit. 02/10/2005 Posted on 02/11/2005
Copyright © 2025 Madeline Pestolesi
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Sarah Graves on 02/15/05 at 11:43 PM Yes, I think thats part of our "feminine gene," that so many people try to cast out.. we're so damn emotional, it sickens me. I feel it too. |
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