'I love you,' my heart professes.
I part my lips;
not a word comes out.
Ah, right,
I am only a woman,
and women do not make the first move.
09.07.18
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In the Wee Small Hours
PoetryLittle thoughts in prose, song and poetry. (Previously titled 'Raconteur') Copyright © 2018 by @janeoswyn. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photoc...
