When the highs are fickle-fated,
The lows become devastating.
Where intensity strikes,
In all the wrong places.
We were huddled on your floor,
Gushing our lack of worth.
Who deserved who less,
And who could reassure the best.
Was this our price to pay?
For our bouts of great bliss.
Could we persevere?
All overwhelmed like this.
(photograph by Ryan Paonessa)
2 Comments:
When I found your blog, I enjoyed your poems. Keep up the good words.
Thankyou lovely. I appreciate this more than you may know!
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