Posted in Poetry
Posted on by Jeanne

i’ll be me
you be you
together we meet
halfway between

except
i’m not talking to you
seek shelter inside
should’ve known better.
—
You
course through suspicion
a river -electricity
the slow torture of soul.

(This is fiction. Any resemblance to truth quite accidental.)

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      1. This post pictures a situation, state of mind, mutual feelings that I see very recently in my life and have thought very similarly…

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      3. Oh please! Don’t be sorry! Your words are very heartfelt… that’s why I can relate and I am happy for that ! 🤗🤗🤗🌹

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