Lament
What more a f*cking fickle fable
Is found forlorn like this
Full of feeble fallacies
Far from fields of bliss
A word abused like ‘love’
withdraws,
so when it finally shows
It shines too brightly
Or too dim…
And kills whatever grows
Copyright © Lucas Smith | Year Posted 2024
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