Short Love Poems & Short Love Poetry

The Group

You likethis table.
I always sit at the end,
the lighthouse seat.
Could see everybody
across from me.
I don?t want to see you anymore,

Heart Shattering Former Other.

You shattered me...
no more complaining.

Next to me,
Big Sis can make the group,
has the power to break it like glass
from the sixth floor window.

Next to the acrossed pain,
Marie just talking to.
Next to Big Sis,
the Friend Familiar to my Pain...
always there,
friendlier than home.
Brother #1 likes Friend Familiar.

I look across to the next table,
the Charmer that Ruined my Friend...
can?t stay mad at him
or is that the charm again clouding the dark anger.

But I?m in the lighthouse seat and look and look with
love and respect,
knowing I?d never leave this group to be a lone wolf.
What fun would that be, huh,

Sherly, Jose, Joanna, Meg, Em, Ace, Dee, Brian?