Don't tell me what I want to hear
My heart would probably stop
Do not indulge my fantasies
Not a single drop.
Keep me on the verge of whim
My heart's a growing crop
Fertilizing with uncertainty
giving me hope.
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Thresheld
PoetryMy life is a series of thresholds that I overcome through poetry. Love, loss, pain, regret, humor, irony, word play, and even sarcasm are as much apart of my life as they are central to my poems here. I am Thresheld. UPDATE: It's been quite a few ye...
