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
seasons: a poetic journey 
This came straight from the soul. Wonderful poem.
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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…
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Love this poem. So heartfelt. Thank you for reading following by the way. I appreciate it so much!
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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! 💞
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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? 🙂
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This makes me laugh… Dj vibe! Oh rock the town… right? 😂🤷🏼♀️
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