I'll wait

Keeping me waiting yes patiencely waiting but at the same cultivating the heart of Satan.. crude visions and heavenly thoughts debating steadily persuading... they say absence makes the heart grow fonder but at times with every dose of ur absence makes my heart want to wander....but never will i squander
A blessing from above...why auction my prize grey hound.... and downgrade to a pug so ill callus my heart with the hopes we get back to where we once were

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741