Live Life Deliberately
The worst kind of thief is this. Crept up and stole our last kiss. Footsteps it took, silent and sly. Stole from me our last goodbye. Alarm bells, they did not ring. If they did, I didn’t hear a thing. It ran off, with most of my mind. The cruellest thief you’ll ever find. Broke…
Sometimes the art of poetry is too much: the poem moulded to magnificence; its message, with an oh so scrawny neck, strangled inside it. .. source
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