Morgana Moon Poet Free verse

I Honesty Don'T Think You Care, But Does He

As my fingers reach down
and my tighs open,
I search for dirty,
dust memories of you.
Of us.

But would you mind?
I ask myself...
Then I mix and match memories,
to make me fly.

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Aditi Mishra July 5, 2020 at 3:18 PM Mix and match memories to make me fly...so creative Morgana. Congratulations on your win!

Silent One July 1, 2020 at 5:24 PM Congratulations on your placement in the contest..

John Gondolf June 28, 2020 at 10:00 AM At least you have your memories to get you through the night, and he will never have to know as you take yourself on a flight into the clouds. John Morgana Moon June 28, 2020 at 10:32 AM Dear John, you are absolutely correct!