My lips are envious of my forehead
It gets kissed every morning
They don’t get kissed at all
© 2017 Linda Luna – All Rights Reserved
from Dark Side of the Moon
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My lips are envious of my forehead
It gets kissed every morning
They don’t get kissed at all
© 2017 Linda Luna – All Rights Reserved
from Dark Side of the Moon
Posted on August 1, 2017 at 6:06 AM in Linda Luna, Poetry | RSS feed | Reply | Trackback URL
Very bittersweet. Nicely done.
Thank you
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