wrinkle by wrinkle
the mirror reflects my clock
as the days flow, bye
My long search continues.
How does it work?
This is great. Very well done.
Outstanding!!! 💖💕
No. Don't go!!
More stories from Steve Lance and writers in Poets and other communities.
South, they say Azure North of the border, it’s blue the same sky for all
By Steve Lance3 years ago in Poets
perhaps it was always me to blame but i never played never played the cheating game i never ever thought to stray
By Bren3 days ago in Poets
Oh KARMA! She has one task What you put out, you’ll always get back. It’s the universes way- Be careful what you say There is always a price to pay
By shallon gregerson6 days ago in Poets
People flow in and out of our lives all the time. Bosses, co-workers, acquaintances, friends, family, and sadly, romantic partners. What we know of them is scandalously little. What’s happening in the interior monologue of their lives is often blockaded by emotions that range from pride to shame.
By Frank Racioppi4 days ago in Confessions
Comments (3)
This is great. Very well done.
Outstanding!!! 💖💕
No. Don't go!!