Questions I Have at 9 Am on a Wednesday Morning
Thoughts That Don't Rhyme
I am awake, why am I still dreaming of you?
Why are you wrapped around my thoughts like a warm blanket,
Why were you my lullaby last night, and why are you the comfort of my coffee up this morning?
Thinking about you is like a warm hug on a cold winter morning,
But then when you think too hard, the warm hug starts to burn
The warm blanket swaddle starts to strangle
Your lullabies give me nightmares
And the coffee is bitter as it bites its way down my throat.
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Srobona Basu
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Is The Load I Carry
“You can’t skip chapters that’s not how life works. You have to read every line meet every character. You will not enjoy all of it. Hell, some chapters will make you cry for weeks. You will read things you don’t want to read, you will have moments where you don’t want the pages to end. But you have to keep going. Stories keep the world revolving. Live yours, don’t miss out.”(Pillow Thoughts II). Life is like a book. Some chapters are sad, some are happy and some are exciting, but if you never turn the page, you will never know what the next chapter has in store for you. Treat me like your favorite book. And stroke my spine delicately. Remember my tiny details. And all your favorite parts. Read me again and again and fall in love with my story. I will not lose my worth in a spirit of a curse. I’m not afraid to break free from this pathetic message in the bottom of a weary verse. I’m tired of trying, it’s time to reverse.
By Tracie Sperlinga day ago in Poets
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