These words, these thoughts, these in between
The lines, the sheets, the days and dreams
This place he finds her,madness screams
As nothing ever lasts.
Each syllable twists in the wind
Words whisked away, she cant rescind
Or even hide where they have sinned
And clings to hopes now dashed.
Forlorn until time heals and mends
To keep from harm the heart pretends
Until new starts warm cold dark ends
Their pain slips to the past.
Hi
Nice
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Have you not posted for ages? I was getting none of your posts in my feed for AGES til today.
Aaaaaaanyway.
I do enjoy this poetic self of yours that you downplay with truly, truly filthy limericks.
You’re quite the talent
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Lol thanks. Yeah had some time away as was just rather too busy but things settling down a little so i can back to rhyming words with cock
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Thanks Sarah ๐
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Nice. That’s what I like to hear!
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