Nothing Ever Evens the ScoreA Poem by Desert Knavea poem about cheeks long-turned
For the longest time
A part of me wanted To even the score Perhaps go so far That I'd hurt you more But not even once Did I walk through that door Because nothing ever Truly evens the score As somebody always Gets hurt a lot more When love becomes war Jim Lonsdale Poetry 2026
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2 Reviews Added on March 24, 2026 Last Updated on March 24, 2026 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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