The SaboteurA Poem by Desert KnaveNot the cure
I could never see
You falling for me I was insecure And so bloody sure That you'd tire of me Eventually So I built the walls That destroyed it all Pride was not the cure But the saboteur Jim Lonsdale Poetry 2025
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Added on April 16, 2025 Last Updated on April 16, 2025 AuthorDesert KnavePhoenix, AZAboutI am in my mid-60's, a manic-depressive, seldom impressive, often recessive poet who loves the ocean, rain, the desert, and playing with rhyme. I am a native Arizonan, a Virgo, and a hair metal fan an.. more.. |

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