i feel
every thing too deeply
your lack
makes me think
it is best
we never speak
what my words
fail to say
blooms from a body
drawn to move
sway to sway
in utter decay
all confusion ensues
have to let go
cannot care anymore.
i feel
every thing too deeply
your lack
makes me think
it is best
we never speak
what my words
fail to say
blooms from a body
drawn to move
sway to sway
in utter decay
all confusion ensues
have to let go
cannot care anymore.
seasons: a poetic journey 
This is probably my favorite.
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Jeanne, l trust this finds you well 🙂
I have nominated you and your blog for the Liebster Award 🙂
https://aguycalledbloke.blog/2018/05/04/liebster-award-nomination-7/
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love it … 💕💕💕 this one is AWESOME poem, bcz I can really ‘feel’ it
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