Wasn't Is Was Isn't

No second-second chance
that was before
this is when waiting went waiting
wanting a shot at enduring first chance with something-anything,
not just anyone / no-one,
and would ponder rather where record books are lost on purpose
because they are taken offense of
lacking both all-for
some shimmy-shoe-shine,
marked subtitle down into bedís pages as before and after, not during.

Not smart-smart but chuckled all over like a pitted prize,
taken of,
advantaged over,
followed like where spotted-spotty-dog drags spots to,
to gnaw on later only, too-later-late
spotted-spotty-spots over,
gone away.

The instant it came became the farthest far away ever gone,
now done gone
goner than everything-nothing with some everyone
left gotten
mended into a woolen blanket of the never-cold.

Wasnít .. is.
Written by Ms_LaCarte (Ms. La Carte)
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5 7 24 19:05
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