Three Little Words
A Poem About Expectations
Three little words
That I never see.
Those three little words
Are too rare, indeed.
***
Just three little words
I wish I could hear.
Those three little words
Spark far too much fear.
***
Three little words
That I've said so often.
With those three little words
All the blows one could soften.
***
Even three little words
Can be so hard to say.
Yet, these three little words
Could make one's whole day.
***
Those three little words
Make us vulnerable, weak.
So these three little words
Have become hard to speak.
***
Just three little words.
Please don't string me along.
Say those three little words.
Just say, "I was wrong."
About the Creator
Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist
I fell in love with speculative fiction and poetry many years ago, but I have precious little time to write any. Then, I went crazy and started a cult called metAlchemy, or meta alchemy. I revere energy of all brands, esp. good, kind chaos.
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