He leaves me clues confessing
They could be lies to keep me guessing
There’s trouble around always pressing
He’s pouring poison on the gauze I’m here dressing

© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal

I dropped a few of them thangs that I can never remember the name of even though I’ve studied poetry all my life. 😑

Another freestyle rhyme

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