Poems from JoliEsprit
Next to impossible to convince...
Devoid the faculty to trust.
To have been this way forever since...
Yet, hoping to trample his doubts...
NO, it is NOT good to suffer...
When one is wee one young...
For that can scar a person unto death...
And make one not wish to breathe...
The lapse is finally found...
No utterance, no sound.
What “love” there was amongst this feud...
Was sorely mistaken & totally rude.
A...
Unwanted "love"...
Sent NOT from above.
My soul craves it not...
Once on its lap I did rot.
Now I can see its face...
Before I see disgrace...
A frozen solid block of ice...
Winter wind sure feels nice.
The sun, hidden, behind the clouds...
Within the ice she cries aloud.
Ice pick...