I know
It’s been late &
It’s been lost,
Apologies are priceless,
Your hand was
Hard to win
I’ve put
My heart to work;
Words & caresses…
S
E
P
A
R
A
T
E
Us
Your ego, my jealousy &
Our Confusions
I know I will
Never obtain your
Heart’s recesses
I’ve put
My soul to work;
Letters & touches…
R
E
M
O
V
E
D
Us
Your pride, my prejudice &
Our Silence
Proof that I
Will never win your
Heart’s secrets
I know
It’s been late &
It’s been lost.
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Parallel to Clutter
PoetryYou might not like this. A collection, in no certain order. I write poetry to unravel the mystery of my own mind, maybe yours as well. I listen to rap while eating cashews. I wear owl earrings while dappling in misadventure, and that has everything...
