Mar 13
He begged, with a voice as warm as spice,
But the words of tart citrus betrayed his intent.
Exhaustion flapped my eyelids closed, energy spent.
Happiness at an unpayable price.
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Poetry For The Lost People
Poetry365 observations and comments about society, life and love throughout 2022. Come with me on my journey day by day, as I write what I've always wanted to say. There is no method or planning, just thoughts and perceptions about the way of the world. A...
Lies I Tell Myself
Mar 13
He begged, with a voice as warm as spice,
But the words of tart citrus betrayed his intent.
Exhaustion flapped my eyelids closed, energy spent.
Happiness at an unpayable price.
