What are dreams but avenues of despair
Dark corridors where he’ll gladly meet you there
But me no he doesn’t care
He won’t meet me anywhere
What are his lies but sugar for my screams
A place where nothing dreams
Where fears are window screens
And cries his favorite things
What are words but bullets for his gun
A web where lies are spun
A hole where I am none –
And he broke my heart just for fun
© Delia Ross. 2020
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Hello dear Delia. I hope you are doing well. I loved your work today and be careful/be safe.
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That’s lovely to hear John, thank you so much! I hope you are also keeping safe!
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You are welcome dear Poet.
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