If you were a mouth nothing more nothing less
What thoughts and sentiments would you express
Watched closely you can see what it can be
A scarlet vermil tinctured gash swearing profanities
A pink rose bud singing words so pure and sweet
Luscious peach that makes you bow and weep
Category: poetry
Scraps of a Love Letter, Poetry by Patro
Not as to wait, for the endless dawn
Never done with this dread, reconciled on the page
Oscilating thought patterns drifting, as if mental brawn
Looking inward, feeling outward, with the pen I shall wage
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