If I am talking
to hear myself
I better say all
things to help.
All my days if
you caress me
I shall reveal a
pristine scene.
Making sense
I applied logic
with you and
me we profit.
I hear pitifully
tired cold lungs
trying project
our song sung.
Your over it all
I’ll understand
former love is
empty in hand.
Doesn’t mean a
damn thing so
let us talk as we
did so long ago.
I hear me in my
head I feel dead
from the facial
expressions fed.
Turn your cheek,
dressed in a silk.
Let us not fill all
our tounges filth.
Gentle one let
me adorn, crown
our resurrection;
set rancor down.
Hey everyone. I wanted to take a moment to thank you again for all your kind words and encouragement. All of you are a gift to me.
No matter what kind of poetry you like or relate to I really feel I have friends here and it is a comforting thought. It has become part of the healing process of some of my distresses.
I pray good things, emotions and people find their way into your lives. Let not the chaos of the world suck you in. Have some wine, more wine and yeah maybe a little more and enjoy the day and evening.
Great post. ❤️ Cheers!!! 🍷
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Exactly.
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