It has been ages since I have written here and I can no longer blame the writing of my book. Those endeavors are resting on a back burner because I chose to delve deeply into love and happiness. Needless to say, that choice backfired on me and I again find myself here; drinking out of a giant wine bottle, recklessly holding a pen and hoping that somehow this will ameliorate me…
Like the albatross around the sailors’ neck
I am altruistic towards your anomalies
You are beautifully bravado
But bound by your brevity
Breathe
She spits to serrate our salaciousness
And shadow the sorrow we’ve sown
I love her
And I loathe the loquacious lingo I lingered on to land us here
Love
Spoken by the serpent that saw sanity
Only when she slept…
.FIN
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