Poetry · Writing

Verona

Struggling everyday

carrying it with me

in my stomach

poison.

It could be

it could

be the last first time

or stretching rejection.

The birds chirped by as I wrote that

singing along with the melody

carrying the tune

for me.

Will down this poison together

and will both live

in Verona

 

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