Often said
there’s a fine line
between
love and hate
between
joys and tears
when all seems lost
up is down
down is up
directions to nowhere
emotions flowing
through her veins
the smell of worry
emits from her pores
incessant thoughts
that just won’t end
time for action
resistance
is futile
acceptance
a dream
There’s no such thing as lame poetry, it all has value, and yours certainly does.
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Thanks Peter 😊
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Thanks Willow 😊
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Love it Jill 🙂
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Thanks my sweet friend 😊
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