Poetry Blog by ai ou (Prayer Scented Incense)
Intoxication to my greed,
Somehow you have sown the seed…
Your chair rests near or apart;
I know how much I bleed.
Matter of time or circumstance…
I don’t judge this distance,
All I know is my need,
And it is you who does feed,
Intoxication to my greed.
My apology had nailed the pursuit,
And I slowly distanced away…
With no regret albeit with many,
Friday 21st June 2019 12:11 pm