Sunday, June 14 2026
Will you kiss me as deeply as you bite me?
The wave over my troubles
The bandaid over my blood
The rain over my drought
The brush over my tangled mess
And the wind running through my over-dued skin
If I wait,
And wait
And no peace comes to my soul
Was I used?
Or shall I keep waiting for the spark
To save me from a life
Of impurity.
Copyright © Jude Twist | Year Posted 2026
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