I’m sick today, so I’m late and the poem isn’t great. But it does rhyme.
See you tomorrow, hopefully with something better!
The Lovers By Michelle Garren-Flye Maybe I’m finally growing up, looking at love the way I do. Knowing it’s weakness to seek such a thing (I always knew). Love can be brittle and hard or it can overflow your cup with a sweetness that’s sure and true in the build up. Is it possible, you’ll plead, though your heart is scarred, Can I have it again, this love? Is it really in my cards? But love is risk I’d rather not take it’s not really something I need and I can easily avoid its reach. Keep it out of my life’s creed.