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Peekaboo!

I see you…

Where’s Waldo?

M.I.A.

Hide and seek.

Peekaboo!

I see you…

Hidden agendas nonexistent, your desires crystal clear.

Your resemblance fires the fun, in dire need of an ambulance call nine one one.

There’s no energy left to fuel a run, my mind is captive to no one, my heart is well done, my efforts are rare, we have no common ground, we both meant well but there’s no medium! 

Blank stares demand care but blank fears motivate neither one of us! 

Lust fueled a fire that negligence couldn’t keep lit, our ambers can heat the home but not the love!

Peekaboo!
You’re gone.

 

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Being Me

Relationships need a lot of work. They're like gardens. Neglect it and it's in a lot of trouble — eventually. Sadly, though, no matter how much you tend your garden the grass sometimes looks greener on the other side of the fence. So, maybe ... build a wall! A big, high, strong one?  Of course ...plants can wither and die no matter how much you care for them. Maybe relationships are not at all like gardens. Oh I am full of bad advice today. Don't listen to my ramblings.

Do hear this though. I love how you've written this poem but I am so sorry if you are suffering a relationship breakdown. They always suck x

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No suffering, just reflecting,,, No advice is bad advice lol. 

I’m glad you enjoyed,  your comments always appreciated and enjoyed. 

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