"bludgen" poems
I find myself falling for the same person, with a different face.
Its quite the troubling case.
"If the face is new why must i pace-
Pace back and forth in self disgrace"
I pace because although she is new in face,
A change in her intentions i have no faith.
For another heartbreak has no place,
In the remains of my heart held by a lace.
So i bludgen my feelings with little grace,
Because i dare not fall flat again... on my face.
Jan 25, 2025
Jan 25, 2025 at 5:59 AM UTC