Poem: Lower Disagreement

A lover’s final kiss,
Borrowing my soul for a moment,
Cursed twice,
Just to be thrown back to sea.

To leave a lady standing there,
Starfish tangled in her hair,
Running from a broken clock,
Listening only to the tick and the tock.

Your heart shall decay,
Your mind shall rot,
Fair lady shall live on,
Flowing with the tide.

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About lowkiespeaks

I am a poetess, a mother-to-be, a pround woman, and stubborn beyound reason. View all posts by lowkiespeaks

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