Guest Post: by K. Morris

The Girl Who Wasn’t There

I am the girl who wasn’t there.

I did not sit upon that chair,

playing provocatively with my hair.

I did not drink that expensive wine,

While gazing on your paintings fine.

I did not recline under the quilt so red,

Or moan with exstasy in your bed.

If by chance, an earing she should find,

Worry not, it is not mine.



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7 Comments Add yours

  1. raheemjan760 says:

    wow !!!! what your opinion on my blogs ???

    Liked by 2 people

  2. Thank you so much for allowing me to guest post on your blog. Kind regards. Kevin

    Liked by 2 people

    1. Makaitah says:

      No Kevin. Thank YOU for gracing my blog with this beautiful piecy of Poetry. ☺☺☺

      Liked by 1 person

  3. Deb Glover says:

    Wow! This is one beautiful poetry. “I am not the girl you think about when you breastfeed your baby.” That goes to you Maka.😁

    Liked by 2 people

    1. Makaitah says:

      Deb, kindly show yourself to the door!


    1. Thank you Lucy. I’m delighted you liked my poem. Kindest regards. Kevin

      Liked by 1 person

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