Is it worth it?
A question that bounces back and forth
in the mind of the coward that learned to be brave
What’s at stake?
Probably nothing, besides childish nightmares
and inability to get used to pain
of a shattered heart.
So, is it worth it?
definitely not if it is a quick tangle between the sheets
with a nameless face and alien body
supported by a flimsy motivation
for health or mindless pleasure –
for that I’ve got my hands.
Nor time runs out nor lonely cats’ house
sick, so very sick of hypocrisy…
So, is it worth it?
Only if it blooms in the field of poppies
beneath an oak tree
if happiness has ginger gleam
and ingenious green eyes
which infect with giddy gaiety
reflecting the love in emerald –
than yes, it is.
Fabulous post
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Thank you
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Please read my first post
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Please read my first post
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Nice post.
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Oh, Lizardin, this is heartbreaking and lovely… 🙏💕
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Thank you, dear ♥
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