I went off the deep end
with you
Drowning in my
blinded conception
of your love
My descent
took me closer
to darkness
and further
from the truth
You were never mine
Not really
Copyright (c) 2022 Penny Wilson
*A bit of fiction here, my friends. All is well. I've had trouble lately being inspired to write. What comes seems to be dark.
Does the ascent to the surface come in tomorrow’s post?? 😊💕🌹
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You never give up. Do you, Chuck? Thank you, Dear Friend. ❤ ❤
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The muse is still with you, Penny. Such a thought-provoking poem.
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Thank you, Audrey! ❤
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I can so relate to this…especially how I looked at love in my late teens!
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Me too. Thanks, Valerie! ❤
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Deep and well written! 😊😇
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Thank you for the comment and for visiting! 🙂
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