I am wrapped,
enveloped in your
everlasting pessimism
this pleonastic tripe
of more and more and baby, more
we are troubled, surely?
Questions overlapping
answers never given and
all for one simple
God forsaken moment of bliss.
I gave myself time
but time never responds
in the way I'd like it to.
1 comment:
Okay, seriously who are you? I've been reading your bits on and off for ages and I love most of them. Please post again? I do enjoy them a lot.
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