Too many cracks and crawling spiders,
Things lost, loved and reviled.
Scars so deep crawling over my face.
Im tired of all this trying,
sometime dying,
only to be reminded
by my silly sad reflection
that i am much too far from living
To remember I’m not dead.
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You are definitely not dead cos we have a party to start!!!
oh..thats right!! please save me from my maudlin, brooding nature..yes, lets get the party started..yes, ma’am..no beers nor sympathy here..just happiness and full grain vodka!!!
a very beautiful
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goddess bless and thank u so much for your sweet compliment😄🌺🌹🌷🐚☀
lovely thoughts pure and simple but got me to read and read because there’s more profound meaning that hides in your words.
Yes..very good eye😉😎😸
hahaha….I guess, short but profound is best option in poetry . I have lots to learn from you. Like Robert Okaji works . You have to nibble, bite and sucked the food to enjoy the taste of its succulent bite .