Thinking too much she falls
a rabbit hole of awkward smiles and good intentions
and alone her cries echo on cold stone walls
Wanting too much she aches
She’s been around, wet streets know her reflection
And as much as she gives she never takes
Feeling too much she cries
And avoiding your gaze and close inspection
Smiles as time and tide wasted past her flies
And living too little she dies
A candle unburnt without connection
Unnamed burning star in the skies
This made me tear up a little bit. What do you mean you can’t write depth? Felt this one…
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Cheers M 🙂
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WOW! Great poem Michael!
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🙂 cheers Leigha i do try with the odd bit of more serious stuff
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🥂
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