You tore it out
Tore it up
But even then
I picked it up.
Misled
Blind
Excuses
L-O-V-E
Those letters
Use to mean
Something
I yearn
To see
Or believe
As I sit here
With my
Jigsaw puzzle
The fullness of
My heart
~HonestLynne
~HonestLynne
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~HonestLynne
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Nibble
Moan
Lick
Quiver
Your only at my lips
and I’m already yours.
~HonestLynne
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~HonestLynne
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~HonestLynne
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~HonestLynne
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Early morning,
everyone is sleeping
and there’s just you.
No one to bother you, interrupt your thoughts,
Or remind you of the present.
When you can just think or not think.
When you can dream or fantasize.
Time to think of your life, friends, or family.
Escape into a book, a movie, or just the silence.
My time. Bliss.
~HonestLynne
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When you have found yourself withdrawn
The writer will hold on
For what was here and gone
Might just have a spawn
That could creep up at dawn.
~HonestLynne
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