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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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