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I want to be
happy here
we just confuse
swallow budding thoughts
morning fog melts on forked tongue
and tendrils climb
the bent back
I want to be
happy here
we just refuse
the bowl of ripened fruit
lick wounds with torn cloth
swollen mouth
stuffed with lies
Photography Poetry anxiety depression listening well platonic love this writing life who am I
This came straight from the soul. Wonderful poem.
Good morning… yes, i think it did. Thank you 😊 what is weird is that i never can see my work clearly. And when others like it… i am like, really? Oh well… happy others find something in my words. Truly appreciate you bothering…
Love this poem. So heartfelt. Thank you for reading following by the way. I appreciate it so much!
I read one of your replies on Whippoorwills blog that made my heart dance… so i figured to follow your blog and give a big YES! 💞
Aww, thank you so much! I Just write what I feel, even if it takes me ages and a thousand words to say it lol.
Thank you for the follow. Followed right back ❤️
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I want to be happy here
But gray November
Kills my Dj vibe
Let him
Or
Let Him Not? 🙂
This makes me laugh… Dj vibe! Oh rock the town… right? 😂🤷🏼♀️