Used To

More prayer for you, Love.

I used to only kiss

and pleasing

Only more kisses

And more pleasing

 

I might have a wish

And a hope

More wishes

And having more than 1 hope

 

Well, maybe sometimes with a short prayer

Even with no deep intention to it

And sometimes having a short prayer

Without really meaning in it

 

I said, I used to

I am no longer that way

It was my used to

It is no longer my way

Reviews

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A very lovely little poem.

I can grasp your concept of, "used to". We all used to be different in our own ways. Time moves on and we all change. Our hopes, our wishes, our prayers. They all change as we do. Nothing is ever the same......or the way it "used to" be.
Very nice writing.

[MeithaSoekotjo]

Thank you so much for your lovely review!
I am happy knowing you enjoyed it.