Emotions

Crafting Slip of Might

I seldom tuck in the net
Like I should,
So the flies,
They suck.

I never wash the dishes
Like I should,
So the rats,
They flock.

You do neither.
But I wish I tell you to
'Stop!!',

I whisper
In my craft
when you laugh

Here,
Laughing here–why do you laugh now
On the grass.
By the tracks.
Crisscrossing our hearts.

You are a–
I like you—No. I do. Like you—
,But,
Could you please,
'Stop!'

Your fingers are peeling me
Off
me
And ringing me round
Your
Floral muffs.

It is not your fault
,But,
Could you please,
'Stop.'

You smell like vanilla.

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This is very much still a work in progress, but I adore it more than I do not.

So surprise, surprise, I'm alive. I know I said months ago that I was back, and I really thought that, but life happened, and I couldn't be back.

I've slowly started finding myself as a writer again, and it is a tremendously daunting process. Anyho, I'm actually really back now, and I'm gonna take updates to the most serious level. So serious. This isn't sarcasm.

I'm gonna only be doing poems for now, and sometime next year a story, so keep your eyes out for that!

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