Reality
A Poem
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1 min readAug 3, 2020
I could keep,
telling you lies.
Cooking up stories;
As to why,
I never seem to have,
Your time like before.
But the truth is,
I just can’t find it in me,
To love you;
Anymore.
I could keep,
telling you lies.
Cooking up stories;
As to why,
I never seem to have,
Your time like before.
But the truth is,
I just can’t find it in me,
To love you;
Anymore.
I use words to paint pictures. Author/Poet. https://linktr.ee/folabomiamoo