FlecksA Poem by Jon Roggie
Started with the caustic wit.
Your eyes cold, but there were flecks of humor. Soon, bumbled conversations, struggling to find the common ground. Now comfort adds to the confidence. Glad you have finally left your shell. Now your eyes are composed of humor, with flecks of sarcastic chill. © 2013 Jon Roggie |
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Added on February 19, 2013Last Updated on February 19, 2013 AuthorJon RoggiePorterville, CAAboutI tend to ramble, and rarely explain myself. Take that as you will more..Writing
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