Tales from the muse 👁 - Poetry


Connectives.

No, it’s not quite the food, you’re not nearly right.

See, I let go of my pride then I’m half this size!

But you’ll laugh at my pain, my cries and my fright,

So frankly, I’d rather keep it bottled up inside.

Am I right?

Can  we not agree on that?

Bye... 



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