Were I to hold you one last time
and speak of costly acts,
forgiveness I would beg of you
and head bowed, shamed confess.
To all the words I did not speak
the times I chose to stray
and when I did not put you first
and selfish justified
my need to satisfy and still
well feed my greed did grow
until you withered, learned to cope
much stronger all alone…
and skin turned thick
Wow…
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Very deeply wrought
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There are so many sides to your writing voice. Nice one!
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Thanks K…been exercising them all this week …which is about as much exercise as i get 🙂
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I’m speechless… in a good way.
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Thanks. They’ve been fun
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