Some days he holds me captive
Just like I am a slave
And other days I’m trotting
Directly to my grave

Some nights he’s interactive
Exactly what I crave
Come morning he’s distracted
And lost beneath the wave

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

My favorite thing in the world is writing poetry

Thanks for reading my words! 🙏

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