…….Man child wild and leaves piles, handprints and footsteps in the house that you built, took advantage of unkept areas and walked through spilt milk, left trails, spelled hell in your kids nursery books, ring her bells and ran like hell…. that’s not a good look, but that’s the least of your worries, cause that’s not all that was took.
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EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (
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A poem of mystery that leaves the reader with a question. I love poems like this that provoke thought and open-endedly allow each reader to superimpose their own meaning. Well done I would say they took my certainty and peace of mind, my security. Lovely
Thanks; infidelity is the ghost in this house, of a young and no doubt robust player who played on a man’s unfaithful wife…. An act that all but destroyed their children’s happiness as well… a happiness taken away from a unkept marriage and infidelities…
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