Triple Entendre
It’s a dirty little secret..
I’m not sure I’m worthy of it
But before my breath breaks and
Another day takes my words
Let me whisper it to you…
No one ever really deserves it my dear
Not till it’s too far gone
Your smile churns to be bratty
Your eyes burn with the hunger
And no, I suppose there is no reason
Any of us
Should ever be broken
Nor wholly unturned
We all just remain
Fallen flowing fragmented
And the scent… I can smell it now
It’s a good enough cup of joe...
Just lacking some sweeter
Creamer— still but chilled
Let’s laugh about it broken
For tomorrow
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