• Poetry

  Frigid Stiff

  Posted by Cirphrank on April 28, 2023 at 10:25 PM

  Ours was of calculated countenances
  Never expressive.
  They say the eyes tell it all,
  All ours had was ayes and nays.

  – Pretty please.

  Ours was of typos erased,
  No sentence was of freehand,
  No expressions came of freewill,
  Every moment was premeditated.

  – Walking the thread, walking dead.

  It was a say cheese photograph
  No smile was just a smile.
  So now that they say our love is dead,
  It’s ironic to say that of something that never had any life in it.

  Cirphrank replied 1 year, 7 months ago 1 Member · 0 Replies

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