she sits on the rope day bed
he weaved for her
cinnamon coffee swirls its way
into her fond memory of him
he used to massage her feet
while she was tapping away
to create sad stories from
her tragic mind
day after day
she could not believe
his unwavering love
he was like the floor lamp
giving out a glow to
clothe her in comfort and love
she always kept that
little distance and space
where he was blinded by confusion
he did feel like he was
just part of the furniture
fit for a purpose but
underserving of her love
now she is sitting alone and
writing a tragic poem on
what it should have been
a happy ever after
reality
Flicker of Thoughts 
Such a sad state of affairs. I often lament the one who got away.
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They got away coz it wasn’t meant to be. 😌
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It’s still very sad😟
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Oh R, just scrolling through some free your tities campaign pics, it will lift up your spirit. 😉
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Yes, free titties do make the world a better place. 😊
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Impressed as always. You know how to interweave feelings with words effortlessly.
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Thank you Ben, I am humbled by your comment.
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Welcome. It’s well-deserved.
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