I never asked by John Destalo

Aug 2020

each day that
passed

each time we
laughed

I held my
real words

inside my
mouth

I felt like
a squirrel

I always passed
as a friend

when I really
wanted to be

a lover

I guess that
made me

a liar

Written by

John Destalo 55/M/Harrisburg, PA

(55/M/Harrisburg, PA)

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