Lost
Your eyes sparkle
generate into my soul.
I worship you from afar.
I dream of our house,
children, a lush lawn.
Suddenly your loud voice
awakens me to reality.
Your cold heart surfaces
and I have to let you go.
Copyright © Carolyn Marie Baatz | Year Posted 2023
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