My Inspirations


Oh such words you feed me,
on wicked lips you kissed me,
with your prose so sweetly you
graced my life.

A poet lost,
A poet lover,
A poet of my heart,
A poet forevermore,
A poet for my dying heart.

Collected in jar’s left on a broken shelf,
my inspirations forever preserved.

Shelf life forevermore…

A poet,
in jar’s holds my dying heart.

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