for what I am,
I am not much,
but this is what I know;
a man must pay his debt to live
we all reap what we sow.
I cannot sleep here in this place,
I need you by my side.
the worst of it yet
is I'm thinking
that you lied.
I write because I can,
and because my own thoughts
confuse me.
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I love this poem that in its simplicity speaks out of fear felt. It can be taken more than one way as can any lie, need or fear. A fave
so glad you liked it!
A fave hayleigh. My thought s confuse me too. Keep writingโฆand yes, I know you will! Itโs what we do, isnโt it? Excellent poem! ๐น๐
thanks, Tristan!
You're welcome, my friend!
A clever write of fear, the confusion is where wonderful writes like this come from, nicely written
thank you!
You are very welcome
The cruel truth that hides there. Beautiful enjoy it a lot! Thanks for sharing it! Greetings
thanks!
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