After we sat under the rainbow, the anniversary slept at last.
You squelched a hot peppermint tea; how would I forget.
He over-thinks to be romantic;
Heaven knows, it flawed his romantic.
Sorry for not listening, "ventured gossips, baby"
Where was his car keys though?
I'll take what we can get;
His face painted badly every time he wore striped tees.
He prefers to cry alone in the car;
Rubbed my cheek, massages his.
Gladly- here's a gifted piece of tea,
To your creative delivery.
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Sanity For Two
Poetry"I remember why it's important for me to continue living." A collection of poems and a few short stories mainly about mental illness, suicide, death, abuse, love and friendship. ((SOME TOPICS IN THIS WRITING MIGHT BE TRIGGERING TO SOME READERS, SO...
