A distant sense of “nevermore”,
Keeps me pinned onto the floor,
Wallowing, self-pitying,
While she leaves wanting more,
Slipping out the back door.
A distant sense of “nevermore”,
Keeps me pinned onto the floor,
Wallowing, self-pitying,
While she leaves wanting more,
Slipping out the back door.
Oh, very heartbreaking and evocative. ❤
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Why thank you! Honestly, I’m grasping here. I hate it when I need to rhyme. It feels so forced.
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