Love, Hate And The Ex Poem by mark king
Love, Hate And The Ex
She hasn’t seen me in months
Anger is drawn on her face
Her ranting is like razorblades
Its purpose is to cut and wound
But I’m neither offended nor bruised
My wit interprets the meaning
Of all the colorless sharp words
Now my feet shuffle with grace
And I’m upon her pressing closely
As our lips greet one another
Discord and passion have met
In a kaleidoscope of emotion
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