Ramblings From A Demented Mind Poem by Charlotte Ballard

Ramblings From A Demented Mind



I hear you lying to me,
It's an echo in my ear,
Of promises made once broken
Shattered beyond repair
 
Daisies come up often
In fields tended by maids
Let's clasp our hands,
and turn around
To promises in the shade.
Striding
 
A cat, long and lean, tiptoes
its way from
Can to can, looking for a tidbit.

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