Sunday, January 29, 2017

My love was a checkbox

My love was a checkbox
It sat on a hanger
But when I found self-love
You turned into anger

Denying simple joys
Chorus after chorus
Void of all happiness
It leaves nothing for us

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    1. Thank you for the comment, Yes My Trip. My blog of poetry is like a ghost ship on the internet. I'm glad you found it and took the time to leave kind words.

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