skies do hunger
vibrations do echo forth
aching to feed earth

He apologized multiple times because
he was my first,
but
that's all I've ever wanted.

Our existence is just an overly elaborate Rube Goldberg machine

She, she is a ******* of the spoken word.
Words of reassurance are given with a smile.
She does prostitution, when she sells her words for wages.
She's really a misanthropist, she likes no human beings.
At work, she sparkles and grins, all  day,a staged act.
Until her pen can play again.
She says,"there, there, it will be alright, but there are no guarantees".
Compassion pays her wages, its such a sad affair.
She rather likes her job, but wants to stay at home.
She's paid for care eternally, but her love is given free.
Livvi