Misleading
Misleading women were never here.
Their actions not for sure.
They're total cost of being great
a lack of loss concierge.
To fail them with a right or wrong
of others to conceal,
when all that love is passed on by
a hunger for the feel.
That even I can say I'm great
for others to be still
And only I can say to wait
for others to be real.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2022
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