Half a bite
Fright In love is vain,
I dreaded to be a memory.
My Fall was tranquil, her Smile
impeccable, it rendered me poignant.
Too stoned to worship her imperfections
a statue I became.
Copyright © Tonye George | Year Posted 2024
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