Leaning cheek, upon a hand
contemplating worry.
Wish for some other face,
some thinner figure, dancing.
Tearless eyes, misleading,
no drops left, like rain to fall.
As lonely invades this stubborn heart,
and snatches away the hours.

Looking upon promises,
broken, though never spoken.
Somehow the lack leaves cold shadow.
Weaponless, left with nothing to offer,
save, a heart patched over, so many times before.
Worth is slender,
Why do you cut my cobweb?

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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