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Desperate Hours
Another day just killing time
I feel like an old burlesques dancer past her prime
Counting the seconds till night time comes
and I am done working for these saltine crumbs
Then you can give me your love with it's magical powers
to heal the pain of these desperate hours
I feel like an old burlesques dancer past her prime
Counting the seconds till night time comes
and I am done working for these saltine crumbs
Then you can give me your love with it's magical powers
to heal the pain of these desperate hours
Published 25th Aug 2023
Author's Note
Another retro poem I wrote this 7 years ago. I thought about it now while I surviving my Friday afternoon of work before the weekend.
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25th Aug 2023 7:23pm
Six beautiful poetic lines of honesty and of truth, in its purest form of mental clarity.
Enjoy the continuous of your Friday and have an inspiring weekend, my King.
Enjoy the continuous of your Friday and have an inspiring weekend, my King.
25th Aug 2023 9:22pm
Ty so my Queen. I don't want to get it twisted it is a "blessing" to have honest work. I kinda of stuck on what my next ink spill will be so I am going back and posting poems from a Black Literary website, Timbooktu I have been on for the past ten years. Have a great day and beautiful weekend.
25th Aug 2023 11:28pm
Aww..what a beautiful receptive endearment and you are humbly welcome, always.
