Back and forth, back and forth
swaying indecisive.
Incisive and indifferent
crying over sentimentality
that is not here nor there
middle
my favorite spot
that I love to hate
and hate to love
tipping forward and fall back
it’s exhausting
to wake up one
and morph into another
before coffee
touches an empty belly.
Here's To Express.. :)
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A wonderful description of that back and forth. Hope coffee was able to tip the balance.
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Thank you ♥ It always does 🙂
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You are welcome! 🙂 ❤
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Love the your flow
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