She drives that wobbly car
Stacked to the roof with goods
Squalor taunts her thus far
As she hides under hoods
I could see it so well because of your descriptions. It seems like our hearts always hear and interpret things much differently than the intellect does (makes life exciting sometimes, doesn't it?) smiles,
A true poet writes in this way john, your heart and soul is felt my friend. A fine piece written by a fresh breed of poet. Nicely penned 10+
Wounds either kill or cure
What I am meant to be
Yet one truth shines for sure
Love keeps consuming me
Beautiful, heart-dissolving poem, John, especially the last stanza.........10/10.
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