Meh - A Sort of Poem
- Feb 10
- 1 min read
Let me crash out and fall in love with you.
I cannot help but tumble into that abyss within your eyes.
I am weak and worthless without your dark light to guide me.
You are the last thing I think of before I drift into the embrace of Morpheus.
But I welcome the sweetness of his caress because it allows me to dream of you and what we might be together.
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For a week.
I am over it now.
Sorry, I got ahead of myself.
How about a sandwich instead.
Is cheese and ham OK?
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