I can’t I can’t believe you. One thing I asked you to do. You claim to love me. One thing. You couldn’t leave it be. Now you have me questioning, did you really love me at all? One thing. Am I really that small? You wanna make me out to be the bad guy, fine.Continue reading “I can’t”
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Single Red Shoe
A Friend for Life
Once upon a time, a story I did read. What type of friend you are, it did decree. The definition was plan. The type of friend you are was based on the time you did remain. There were several; I can’t remember them all. I will share what I can recall. If I remember correctly,Continue reading “A Friend for Life”
I won’t. You want.
I want to beat you about the face and eyes. But, I won’t. I want to pound you until my arms ache. But, I won’t. That greasy spot on the pavement; that was you. But, I won’t. I want you to feel and know the pain you cause. But, you won’t. You are so wrappedContinue reading “I won’t. You want.”
Sitting Here
One day, I started looking on WordPress at others work. Ya’ll are very talented and creative. Thank you for sharing. Some of you, I haven’t been able to see your work. I keep getting “content can’t load”. Some, I can’t figure out where to go to like/appreciate you work. 😢 Sorry. During my reading, IContinue reading “Sitting Here”
Were you always there?
Where did you leave me?
Front door. Carport. Dock. Receiver. Office. Reception. Inside delivery. Front desk. Will I be found? Where did you leave me? Is it cold? Wet? Dark? Will a pleasant voice greet me? Will soft hands hold me? Will someone steal me? Was I lost? Thrown in a ditch? Lost overboard? Slipped between the seats? Wrong placeContinue reading “Where did you leave me?”
10
Most of the time; I have to peel, back the layers to discover if they are real. Memories of times long past. That were not a blast. For a fact I knew; at 10, my little world changed. From childhood, I became estranged. At 10, work was introduced. Not for “the man”, as it were.Continue reading “10”
Broken Hearted 72
Ever had a broken heart? Brute force ripped my heart out , clogged danced on it in the mud, then returned it. Newly baptized. Zeal for God on fire. I weaponized the Bible. Saturating it with blood and sweat. My feeble arms ached. SHOW no mercy! As my Christianity has matured, it was NOT RIGHTContinue reading “Broken Hearted 72”
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