I, I feel awkward today;
my Ludmillo
did leave me while having my
endless constipation.
Playing with his kids,
receiving kisses from him--
Ehrrr! That won't happen.
So stupid to love
enameled hearts!:(
Does anyone care?
Poet's dreamt romance failed!
Adventurous quest!:(
Uh-oh, I hate this kind of test.
Lord, pls. tell Paul I am depressed.
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The Stars who Shine on Ink
PoetryThese are delicate thoughts prompted and written in ACROSTICS about the good poetess and poet I have come across with. I believe, like opinions, POVs are entitled to oneself.
