Was it the action you didn't take
Or the unspoken words
That showed who you truly are
My gorgeous dreamcatcher
Became a beautiful nightmare
I flew with angels
Intoxicated by the radiant flare
And woke up with demons
Truth, or dare
Gifts aren't meant to be
Given back
Indian Giver
Spoken words
Revealed who you are
Slept with dogs
Woke up with fleas
A gorgeous nightmare
Intoxicated angel
©dapharoah69
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THE SEASONAL TREE (BOOK III of Poetry)
PoetryThird collection of poetry I've written from a source of experience, love, heartbreak, joy, happiness and pain. It chronicles my life in my 30s as an openly bisexual black male, finding his way. ↘️↘️↘️⬇️⬇️⬇️↙️↙️↙️ Photo credit from paintingwithdiam...
