exposed

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

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    • 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…

    • 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! πŸ’ž

      • 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 ❀️

    • This makes me laugh… Dj vibe! Oh rock the town… right? πŸ˜‚πŸ€·πŸΌβ€β™€οΈ

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