~tasha~
Age: 124
Total Posts: 47628
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Location:
United Kingdom, United Kingdom
All that I had I brought,
Little enough I know;
A poor rhyme roughly wrought,
A rose to match thy snow:
All that I had I brought.
Little enough I sought:
But a word compassionate,
A passing glance, or thought,
For me outside the gate:
Little enough I sought.
Little enough I found:
All that you had, perchance!
With the dead leaves on the ground,
I dance the devil's dance.
All that you had I found
~tasha~
Age: 124
6560 days old here
Total Posts: 47628
Points: 0
Location:
United Kingdom, United Kingdom
Stale words
in stagnant pools
sink into a lifeless sea of drivel.
I’ve said it all before
You turn a deaf, defiant ear;
Ruffled feathers
beat me back--
a safe distance.
You dance around
the sting of words
you’ve yet to really hear.
