I was Just Her A Sandcastle,
Built Just to be Wash Away,
Evolution,
Everyday is a New Day,
Money can make a Change,
Like the Weather
She Climatize,
Many act different.
Clothes on Clothesline,
I was left hanging,
I wanted her to stick,
Stamp on Letters,
Daily Checks,
She was to Be My Postbox.
Man Down,
I'm Hurting,
These bruises are quite Sore
Her words slice deeper than a Razor,
Her Target,
Drop my Heart to the Bottom,
An Anchor,
I Was Just Her Sandcastle,
Built by her
Just to be Wash Away.
Resume Session,
Experience is Needed,
A Surgeon,
My Heart has broken,
This heart needs a Surgery,
Her Love & Surgery
both Cut like a Knife.
Needle & Thread..
This Heart Requires Stitches..
About the Creator
Sean Noble
Poetry from the spiritual mind expressing Ways of creativity. Read passionately mini sadness, pure happiness. I have no Stripe account but will accept gratuity via PayPal. [email protected]. Thank you. Most High First Every Day.
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