Copy Cat

I couldn't handle it. Gilly saw this poem, memorized it or wrote it down some long time ago. "Something I read on the bus - isn't it great", she'd said.
She put it in her blog.
I envied that I was not the one to have seen it.
Not the one to have written it down.
Not the one to have written it at all; at first.
But most of all, not the one for whom it was written.

And here it is again... 'cos sometimes I'm a brazen copy-cat!

Promises Promises

I will ride my red motorcycle
into your heart
crash land my feelings
all over your doorstep
fling scented pink petals
across your lawn
kiss you like pancakes for breakfast

by Heidi Greco

Mmmmmmmm.