#indiscretion
Poetry doesn't need to rhyme
For every single time
Considering that poetry is emotion
That's evidently in motion
And I desire to write something subtle
Where I'll be thinking hard for a strange title
(J.a.t.m)
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 11:06 AM UTC
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Feb 20, 2021
Feb 20, 2021 at 4:02 PM UTC
I'm walking behind you
I call your name
My grief so overwhelming
It fills me will pain
Can you hear me
Do you understand
Not so long ago you rocked to the beat of a band
Slowly you turn toward me
Your face a canvas without expression
Your behaviorΒ Β
Your speech
Filling with indiscretion
Show me laughter
A reaction
So I know how you feel
My life changing so rapidly
It feels surreal
I love you with all my heart
Today
Tomorrow
Forever
This illness that is yours
Is something I Endeavor
Apr 28, 2017
Apr 28, 2017 at 6:06 AM UTC
A bone-weary hollow stomp
with gunmetal lips
tasting of merlot
were prelude
to an apoplectic attack,
a systemic shock when she left
unannounced in the middle
of the night leaving his wallet empty.
Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 3:43 PM UTC