An Apology to My Next LoverA Poem by C Peril
Wanna clear the air in anticipation of you being here.
I've already thought about the ways I'm gonna f**k this up. And I'm yet to see your face. Chronic worrier, stumbling bumbler, farcically 'fraid of you rejecting me. Comedic really. Are you going to have the resolve to suffer through the nerves which get old. Will you cling to me through my misery which seems my only flower. All my colours blue, petals wither oh too soon. As I seem lost in truest moon. You can take my mediocre beauty, my skinny jeans and battered shoes, comfy jumpers - my whole demeanour, with the stress I'm looking leaner, but would you actively covet what's deep below a manic mind in madness's flow. For when I howl and shriek in pain, do you have sense to cool my name which spoken softly with tender kiss could lift me out of this abyss. © 2023 C Peril |
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Added on September 16, 2023 Last Updated on September 16, 2023 AuthorC PerilGY, Humberside, United KingdomAboutCreeping quietly towards 30 years of age. Based in Nowheresville, England. Writer (if we're being liberal with the term). Reader. Hoper. Believer. Lover of music and LFC. more..Writing
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