Wish—
But don't— hope—
The less expectations—
The less hurt—
Disappointment—
Humiliation—
Solitude is lonely—
But it's nothing compared—
To being abandoned—
Forgotten—
No bonds—
No heartbreak—
01.21.19
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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...
