The impermanence of existence sometimes makes me
Full, eager, creative, inspired
But other times it leaves me
Hollow, listless, lethargic, down
I want to cuddle
Skin on skin
Until the waves are rideable
And the sun shines on the stone
These are my expressions of the memories that I keep. These things happened long ago but still make me weep. Some poems cut deep, but Life's not always a bleep.
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