MatchlessA Poem by Ana B.Your tears are not
salty enough… They don’t touch me
anyhow Your dreams are too
rough Destroying the sense
I found just about now. Your love is the
same… Pure, sweet, but I’m
not the receiver. In this savage,
mindless game All the stakes are
on the faith believer. Your hope’s not good
enough Not for me. My mind is corrupt And will always be.
© 2017 Ana B.Author's NoteReviews
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