Scowl

You’ve got a scowl that drains the mood out of a moon
Still the stars will wander, hoping to see you soon
You’ve got a hundred million ways, to make the clouds swoon
You exhale and turn continents into doom

© Delia Ross. 2020

May or may not be a true story. It’s like his pen is judge and juror. And I am the crime. Welp. Does anybody still read rhyme? 😭

Is there anyone I haven’t pushed away? 😭

It takes like iron will to not think at all…

I’ve got rust-free iron walls. 😭

Welps. Can’t even produce a non-rhyme. 😭

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