She shrivels and wilts
at the thought of my touch
like a delicate bloom
that’s been handled too much
I move in close and pucker my lips
hoping to give my true love a kiss
she turns her head
she moves away
no sir, husband
not today.
DEATH
festering pieces of heart
drenched with sorrow
BREATH
no worries.
I’ll have better luck tomorrow.
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Author:
Cooper (
Offline) - Published: January 4th, 2019 14:27
- Comment from author about the poem: This is my first post here. This is the first thing I’ve written in a while.
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Love it Cooper.
Thank you! ☺️
Good write with a positive ending.
Welcome to MPS.
Thank you! 😊
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