Stirred Yogurt
My feelings a blend of the best berries,
But leaving me all alone to spoil,
Just means it’s your own fault
For making me the most sour I can be.
My mind a source of essential nutrients,
But leaving me all alone in the ark,
Just means you’ll have lost someone
Who once nurtured you better than others.
Copyright © Marissa Faries | Year Posted 2022
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