In the making
Calls me names, in most of her games,
The knot loosens to crack the frames.
Words make up, no time to wait,
Wit is jammed in the traffic of fact.
Good and bad please stand at ease,
Days are here with wings to nest.
She tells me a lot of bitter
sweet things,
Our likes, dislikes
have cut the strings,Calls me names, in most of her games,
The knot loosens to crack the frames.
It’s so wholesome this
mouthful act,
Feeling still this lovely
weight,Words make up, no time to wait,
Wit is jammed in the traffic of fact.
In ways that look for
a place to rest,
Let us will this warm release,Good and bad please stand at ease,
Days are here with wings to nest.
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