buttons, removed,
sweater for winter
bundled up nice
forget a summer
of fun, of cheer,
of wonder, my dear
fresh humility
coated on twice
my love for you
my ultimate vice
is sex, is fate,
is a timeless state
of floating on ice
no sun, no shine
a changed season
makes you mine
out there, in here,
in my heart, my dear
your love
the ultimate price
Give me a critical thought.
Comments
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Wow! I am drawn to this style of writing, even if I personally am not adept at it. The last four lines resonate well for me. This is lovely & you are quite talented. Nicely done.
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