He loves me…
He loves me
Not.
I try hard
Not to care
But…
In the end
If he leaves me out
To dry,
Never , from my lips
Will you hear a
Goodbye.
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Description for the visually impaired; Close up on one of my last summer flower pictures.
Hey! That’s great! I mean, really great!
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Thank you so much! Slowly losing grip on summer to send it your way… I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as we did 🙂
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An unworthy response. But, you know, I’m old and tired.
Waiting. Waiting
Every hour
Picking petals
Off the flower
Does she love me?
Love me not?
Is she delayed?
Has she forgot?
Is she what
She seems to be?
Is she what
I think I see?
Should I dream
Of love forever?
Or put the flower
Back together?
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I’m always grateful for these little gems… Please let me judge what they’re worth 😉
You say
You’re old,
I’d rather say
Older…
Just more
Experienced, and
Certainly much,
Much wiser…
I’ll give you
”Tired”,
For this was
A very long winter,
But hold on
Dear friend!
I’m sending you
My summer…
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Edging closer
To the end
If there’s warmer days
Feel free to send
Them to me
On a passing breeze
And know that there is nothing
That would please
Me more than
Your hot breath
Upon my skin
To ease
Me on my way
To death
Lose or win
Or come what may
Tomorrow
Just another day
To dream of you
Your cloudless sky
To dream of all
Those days gone by
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