Dirt

A poem about triangulation. There'd be zero issues if they were "just friends". But they're not, and he doesn't love her but she's got her hooks in him anyway fully knowing she's keeping him from TRUE LOVE or any real chance of HAPPINESS

Call To Battle

Street lights are blinding Friends don't need reminding Words are spellbinding If you try Why are you hiding Afraid of me lying The temperature now rising That sound is my battle cry Always denying Your words I'm not buying Left us all crying But I cannot be modified © Delia Ross. 2019