Again
By Alex TorresPublished 11 months ago • 1 min read
Photo by Brooke Cagle on Unsplash
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I know,
I did it again;
I went for a coffee,
I found you instead.
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What's next?
what can I say?
what's worse than my silence?
what a rotten decay...
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Not a clue,
not talent to spare;
not magical lighting,
not true grit in here.
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So sad,
so painful to wear;
so obvious in need but,
so fearful to care.
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oh well,
oh Queen of my Heart;
oh, don't you be worry,
oh, I'll come back again.
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About the Creator
Alex Torres
Started writing short stories back in 1988 at work, when I had an empty page to fill for the employee's internal magazine. Taking the pen again after a 30 year-long hiatus, exploring where it takes me this time.


Comments (2)
That part about fearing to care was so relatable. Been hurt too many times and I just cannot go through all that again. Loved your poem!
Aww, the hearts want what the heart wants. ❤️❤️❤️