The trustlessness Dagger
You
know my
deepest secret.
Will my trust in you
become another wound
inside a sorrowful soul?
Too many betrayals,
a wall of regrets.
How many scars
until I
say: No
more.
You
know my
deepest secret.
Will my trust in you
become another wound
inside a sorrowful soul?
Too many betrayals,
a wall of regrets.
How many scars
until I
say: No
more.
Well Done!
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May 2020 bring you joy, and a successful blog.
And may you have earplugs for your next trip. π
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Poignant poem.
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Thanks. π
Some days I’m full of sarcasm, and other days another part of my brain says, “Poetry time!” And I say “noooooo…not that….pleeeze.” π
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Youβre welcome! But is lovely.
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Wow! First time reading a poem from you β¨π I’m loving itβ¨π Well written!!
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Thanks. π
I was thinking of something that happened years ago when I wrote it. Poetry helps me sort out my thoughts sometimes.
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Wow, a poet lioness is always asleep inside you, i love poems and please post whenever it is awake,β¨ππΈ
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Scars are markers of strength opportunities for wisdom – thank you for sharing
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You’re correct. It’s strange though how we learn from our mistakes, and then we’re presented with the same opportunities that only appear different at first.
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