Digital drawing · poetry · Portraits

Sunday’s epiphany 00007

Am I dumb to see,

That sea of your armada,

always do constricts all of the ocean from here to the room in my head.

To know I know you will never stop and you keep saying,

those pretty little words.

All I know of what should and is that of what married life is.

Your happiness and love is yours.

Your love of what it means only to you,

That which can never be mine.

I know mine is a heaven full of,

not your demand.


®artsydhude 97-18


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