In my F*cked-up-tivity
I almost missed the signs
Paced back and forth on this subject
At least a thousand times in my mind
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
At least that’s what I was told
But the absence of my heart
Means that my chest was cold
The man that left in March
No longer exists
A new era is upon us
Like ice on the wrist
You stand taller
Walk prouder
Voice deeper
Spirit louder
Much bolder
I’d be a fool to wait till sunrise
I fell right back deep in love
As soon as we locked eyes
I’m oh so vulnerable
This is the place I hate
Because it makes me get so caught up
On if with me you can relate
About the Creator
Moni Staxx
I write through my emotions. Each poem is an excerpt from the moment in time I’m existing in at the time of writing.
My short stories reflect past observances, insights, and imaginative reflections on situations.
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