Let's set boundaries
Who dances around
When the dance is not there
Oh, mother, how can I make my heart
Look away
And look at your boyfriend
The girl will turn her neck away from me
And look like this in a strange way
Where is that hand going
Finding and hiding secrets
Don't look like this lover
Look at it from outside
Look and pull the brake
Sudden orders may arise
From a distance, the boundary
Seeing and knowing where you are
You are growing up in a young age
It is not a coincidence that this is happening
If it is not like that, I will be surprised
There is no difference
And I will come to my senses
No matter what I do, I will take care of it properly
The work is done
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Inevitable? A woman named Good is lost. Unforgivable. * Note: I don't think that I have to explain this one to anyone noting recent news, but I have included a video link below for future generations who can still feel empathy and compassion for someone who got caught up in history. And I was just too angry to say more with this piece.
By Kendall Defoe 7 days ago in Poets
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I can sense the tension in this. I like how it makes me think. Good job. ✨
So the mother has a new boyfriend? Good poem!
What a poem 👏