Blue Glue... - Poem by Vishz Embassy
Sweetie, there’s something I need to tell you…
Something nailed deep within me;
something that un-puzzles these riddle you put me in.
I let through a thunder, as rare as the blue loos glue.
Yet, every time the clouds of my feelings tears off to chunks..
Chunks they are of mid-mist-must… mist.... mid.....must.....
A DITCH… A wrong spell…
We’re not with each other… for now!
But babie… It’s your touch; your smell; your warmth,
and your memories.. that drives me through..
I tell you “BE SAFE” every time we speak…
“BE FINE” every time I text you…
“I love you” every time I chant to Jesus..
But in real, I don’t feel safe, I never was fine..
And, nobody really loves me…
Please come back..
Even my grave wouldn’t claim you’re late.. even my grave!
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