WORDS LIKE SWEET LIPSA Poem by E.P. RoblesIn the era of constant flux, mastering the art of loss, Each twist of fate, a digital tale, Where shadows flicker amidst chaos She got the white bedsheets you got the lost heart She gives and she takes and you are lost Daily, I surrender to the rush and toss, Lost keys and wasted time, a modern travail Mastering loss in this digital gloss Words like sweet lips Further I drift, speedily across, Forgetting names, places, without fail No catastrophe in this digital dross Into me and i come beautiful into you Touch lips, forget my worries for you I often crash and forget my worries Mother's watch slips, a memory at loss, Homes fade away, in the virtual veil Mastering loss in this digital gloss if one is one and two begs three my haste, holding my heart close baby, I come for you Cities fall, realms dissolve, at a click's toss, Rivers dry, continents in email Yet not a crisis, nor a digital dross Even in losing you, our virtual gloss, Your texts and memes, a fleeting trail Mastering loss in this digital gloss, Where disaster and beauty in pixels emboss Always, if i am overboard and in haste i hold close, you come and hug me always like words dug up to speak for me it's like words And sweet lips. :: 02.29.2024 ::
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StatsAuthorE.P. RoblesSAN ANTONIO, TXAboutI write a lot and I paint a lot. I think just enough that I believe I am a very crazy person at all times. I am very friendly to a fault and find life very very short. I write in bursts with each p.. more..Writing
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