What I meant to say

What I meant to say

A Poem by Perdition

Yeah… This is my favorite time of year when all the colors change and the nights are a little softer and the morning seeps into the veins like a restless tiger. I put a jacket on and slip the blue backbone of the sky, let it steal my mind and heal the mounting roars that nibble their own language in and out of my hands. Point my way westward and remember the taste of the best days of life’s euphoria.

© 2024 Perdition


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Well, knock me over with a feather, why don't you? You have such a way with awing your reader, you really do! How's it going, Joseph? Always good to see you!

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Perdition

1 Month Ago

Oh as alway, as if you’re the one to talk, but with all sincerity and honesty it’s such a remark.. read more

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A Poem by Perdition