What we have was intoxicating
It was rare and pure and true
It was precious and heart-warming
It was heaven-sent and new
Yet I might have the angle, bad
It was toxic and bitter and blue
It was ephemeral and sad
It was painted a darker hue
What we have wasn't love
Maybe it was a long time ago
But it changed point-blank
Along the way, it changed us too
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Verses of a Versifier (A Compilation of Poems)
PoesiaThis book is a collection of my poems. They either sprang from my hatred, or love, or a song, or from my admiration of the cosmos, or from my longing for Momma, or any other things. I'm no Shakespeare, or Browning, or Poe so bear with my verses. :)
