"Quite frankly my dear, I don't give a damn."
she realizes in a flash
he does not hate her
his feeling
is the opposite of love
it's cold hard
indifference
with grim finality
the dam breaks
letting loose a cascade
of disconnected images
inane misconceptions
and furious self-pity
not the loving sun
nor caring hands
will ever soothe these
self inflicted wounds
Poetry by Wumbulu
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Written on 2015-09-04 at 18:04




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