slow walk sunday

slow walk sunday

A Poem by Wilicous

Our lips only touched through filters

Outside

On a bench

Under a winter sun

 

In my heart

You had my worst half

Deceitful

Angry

 

In my head

You are hit and miss

Mostly miss

You were never worth it

 

© 2008 Wilicous


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Wilicous
Wilicous

boise, ID



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I did not start writting poetry till 25....after football and all athletics faded away...I hope I am at least...hmm...you are at least able to stomach my thoughts and words...and the order in which I .. more..