My Crawling Anxiety (Revised)
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Last published Tue, Dec 10, 2019
~ Revised and updated version of My Crawling Anxiety on my previous ID @high2888 ~
"A few days after he stood up to speak,
for his love, napping in the timbered coffin,
the butterfly, above his beautiful,
retold him of his darling.
Hours before she took,
her beauty and their wickedness,
annotations left by her,
to retell their faults, callous and the love meaningless.
Regret to surround the true lover,
till he accepts, none of the lies will bring back her again,
till they forget their mistakes for who they lost, in shame,
because it's been a few days after they stood up to speak,
for the false loved, 'darling' of he."
POETRY by a someone trying to make it a little better
Remember I was 11-15 year old when I wrote these just trying to let it go and make something that I couldn't find for myself.
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