My Bitter Mouth Posted by andysmerdon on September 13, 2020 Posted in: Poetry. Tagged: breaking up, Cruel words, Pain. 4 Comments Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Posts navigation ← About Last Night Vale →
WOW! , what ever comment I could make would be inadequate , one of your best in my humble opinion , fingers crossed see you soon. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
How often do I like art entirely devoted to bitter regret? Hardly ever. (Daily life has more than enough of that.) But this combination of image and poem is special. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
WOW! , what ever comment I could make would be inadequate , one of your best in my humble opinion , fingers crossed see you soon.
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How often do I like art entirely devoted to bitter regret? Hardly ever. (Daily life has more than enough of that.) But this combination of image and poem is special.
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An arrow shot can’t be retrieved. Very true, Andy!
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Indeed it cannot. Thanks for reading 🙂
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