April 9th Nonet

April 9th     Nonet

 

The words of spite go forceful, flying.

My shoulders slump, heavy weighing;

I know she doesn’t mean it,

But catch myself sighing.

The anger fraying,

My mood swaying,                                    

Betraying

The truth.

Love.                                                                   

                                                                  


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