Tracing your face with my finger
I am fates finest fool.
Wishing upon stars that I’m told burned out, ages ago.
I’m much too hopeful given my history.
I should let go
but my feet stay rooted
even as my ass is booted.
Strange how the knowing
holds me hostage,
wondering about sanity
and the sinister cost of faith.

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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