Again

boot

Opposites are made to be..
Over there is you...
Here's me...
Arguments..of little worth 

Born of seeds...
Disguised by mirth 
Happy happy..shows first scene 
Slowly..Opposites turn mean 

Not just one..no..both together 
Familiar..practiced ways 
Seems we're in for stormy weather 
Hunkered down..the movie plays 

Such a worn..redundant script 
Pages from a life..some ripped 
Pieces scattered to the wind 
Come the morn..who knows 

Who sinned?

  • Author: James Perrin (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 1st, 2024 06:19
  • Category: Unclassified
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