That Tender Tone by Gregory Oregon As if sung Or carried by a harmony That love plays She melts me every time When she says my name And I Break Me Mr. 215 lbs can't fit into any of my t-shirts the right way Mr 50 % Country fed Irish Mr. Bronx New York Rican That spends Way too much time in the gym Arms as big as legs Shoulders that look like little heads Legs as big as pretty damn big Always serious, always looking mean My brow is furrowed heavily As if the weight of the sun were too much for it to carry My skin is callous and thick as a rhino’s back Mr. Tough guy... right? And with just a word Just one little word From those perfect lips of her's “Baby” And I am undone Humbled gratefully By Your Love 02/15/2008 Author's Note: just want to make you smile Posted on 02/15/2008 Copyright © 2025 Gregory Oregon Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/16/08 at 12:01 AM Marvelous contrasts described here. I really enjoyed the details of "you" - the impact was much greater as you melt with "just a word". Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)