Moving OnA Poem by Jules K.How I got over Green Eyed Prince.
Leaning too far into him
I was completely enraptured. And when he left, I was utterly abandoned. Then you showed up, Crooked teeth and southern drawl. My crutch was the big city, My legs were the steady speech of south. Forever thankful to the Mama's boy Who gave me my legs And allowed me to stand upright Off the crutch That was you.
© 2019 Jules K.Author's Note
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Added on January 15, 2019 Last Updated on January 15, 2019 |

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