She sends tin whispers
to match my ear
and I send cold stares
to match her heart
Sounds like somebody had a fight.
Not recently 🙂
good to hear.
Or perhaps the fun is in the making-up? 🙂
It wasn’t based on anything in particular. When the words come I don’t argue with the muse, I just write it down.
holy cow she must have been a b*&^% lol, love the poem!
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