I would never miss her call.
I'm too afraid she might leave.
She's left before,
But I know where to find her.
She's never far.
She asks for much
But I'm much obliged.
For she's taught me
To hold this pride.
And so I kiss a chance at bliss,
As I go to lengths,
To maintain this relationship
With loneliness.
Poetry, freewrite, rap from a storyer born and raised in NYC.
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