My antisocial mother, and her antisocial friends.
Get together once a month to discuss the fashion trends,
They gossip for three hours, eat for one.
Then bid each other Farewell and go home.
And every two weeks,
At ten o'clock on the dot,
Pairs of them start to flock
To the nearest Starbucks.
To exchange notes on
Who did what, went where, talked to who.
And after an hour or two.
They bid one another adieu,
Until next time.
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Bleeding Hearts
PoetryI write, because I am.// Too many emotions, // Overflowing, // As my heart bleeds // Words onto paper. // I write, // Therefore I am. ------------------- Cover credit goes to @WattAnOtaku OHMYGODTHAN...
