Turning This Sticky, Dog-Eared, Scribbled on Page

You say

You want to know why;

I provide a list of reasons.

You say

Weak bullshit.

You say

I will never know love.

But I guess I forgot to tell you

I can’t be bought.

There is strength

In knowing when to say

The End.

Love is never wasted,

But sometimes it is







You set it free

And it returns;


It should retire

Somewhere warm

Like Florida.

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