i give up
taking the initiative
on picking up the branch,
poking and moving the firewood around,
hoping the fire would burn a little brighter.
(please make me feel a little bit more loved)
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letters after dark | poetry book 3
Poetrya collection of poems and proses of thoughts that fill up the void after dark. #1 in proses #7 poetry #56 in poem #5 poetrycollection book 3 of the poetic flowers series. other books : • a hurricane of blues • confessions i will never say and other...
