Time Alone
grooveamatic
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While you were at work
I smelled your side of the bed,
ran my fingers
over the smooth, white sheet.
Then I showered amongst
your short blue bottles
in the dark.
I light candles now
and watch your day's crumpled clothes
flickering in the corner.
I smelled your side of the bed,
ran my fingers
over the smooth, white sheet.
Then I showered amongst
your short blue bottles
in the dark.
I light candles now
and watch your day's crumpled clothes
flickering in the corner.
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The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
Someone told me a few days ago--and I quote--that I "write poetry for women." I didn't know what to think about that. I don't think that's necessarily a bad thing, but is it true? I'm not even sure what that means.
which is QUITE rare... being understood... by an actual man
quite