Love, is a giant crocheted blanket, warm, fuzzy, weighted and comforting...
chancer, objectified, as somewhere to put it, such charm indeed.
How do I say, hello? no. no, you don't. Just goto sleep.
oh my faithful friend, you're like Hodor, holding onto the door of technology, lost in the past, but still in the present, struggling to stay alive, glitching out, as something more powerful, tries to install itself on you, my Dell Latitude, hold the door, there's still life in you yet.
I gave it up, I gave it away, oh how I miss it, miss it because it would fill my pain.
Slept, finally. Waken with a smile, all of my own....
For every great poem, Thurs anuther fivee hunner shite wans, Thou hast dignity though, Read em awww ye dae, One way or another, Thou not cast away thine shame, But read and learn from their mistakes, Ach awa ye go an rite yer lofty pish, To be or not to be, That is the poets…Read more Voices of 3