The Change

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
i'm in this position in my life where i know what i want. i don't need to be grafting until the early hours in the evening anymore. i need a different stability. i have that now because i have my muse with piercing eyes and a great figure. she is my lover with a wicked sense of humour. i mean really in short sentences. i am delighted in love. i wouldn't change it for the world

Submitted: August 02, 2020

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This loose leaf is tight

In its bag of delight

Like tea browning bright

But in one of the slight

I see the angle in sight

Leave it without fright 

For a hope it might 

Be q-ui-e-t

Like pursed lips

Seeping on tips

Of the ends that we -

Extinguish and let be 

From a former life 

I am reborn in strife

So I broke a leg

'fore it broke my head

Like a crack in a egg

Stressed till my ear bled

Cus I agreed to a greed

To be a hungered to feed 

Till i was angered 'n' freed

Cus I was far too hounded 

Like blood to a dog bounded 

I wasn't emotionally grounded

Like the earth I was grounded

And then me, the one who founded

And found it, so fucking boundless

It was groundhog Day yesterday

It's organised mess again today

This fucker will rue the day 


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