Trying my hand at,
stopping putting myself down.
Showing some mercy.
It is easier said than done,
when it's all you've ever known

I can only write,
about things I know of life,
how I see the truth.

You could break my heart,
with lots of satisfaction,
with no reason why.
You've done it so many times,
my hearts come to crave the pain.

You intrigue,
With your unsubtle unsettled intent to decieve,
Breadcrumb clues
Your gender;
(don't care)
Your age
(don't care, but oft
Insightful)
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Only two things do I require;
Any name you wish to provide,
(So intriguing, always a poem in & of itself),
And from where you hale/hail,
So my imaginings can fly to you
With full embrace
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Sunday
July 20th
2025
Still & Quiet
in the sunroom
S.I.