I like to go by my men like I go by my clothes in the wardrobe.
I like something, I wear it. I don't find it intriguing, I simply move to the next. And if I detest something out of nowhere, well, I trash it.
Now, I don't expect you to be okay with it.
Or even understand it.
I only expect you to let me be.
And on the off chance you wish to stick around,
The only person benefitting from that decision will be me.
Because, you, solely you,
One among a billion thousands,
Can keep me wildly tame.
So I'll have my time with you.
Making the most of it is inevitable.
And when you pass on,
I'll get back to routine.
Maintaining one is good for the health.
And if your soul happens to wander into another rather quick?
It will be my honor.
To have the good fortune.
I'll take it, darling.
I'll spend another lifetime with you.
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Echo of Thoughts
PoesíaPoetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that hurt. It is a matter of life not just a matter of language... Breathe in experience, breathe out poetry....
