You were my king my idol I worshipped you each day bringing you gifts of fruit and flowers touched by sunshine kissed with tears and made with my love You feasted on my bounty and reclined in the warmth of my passion Enjoying the relief of my rescue I filled the emptiness in your dark heart and became your doormat Fact Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing © Word Prompts King - Word of the Day Relief - RDP Fact - FOWC Image by Kris Åsard from Pixabay
A sad truth, so well crafted!
Thank you Punam 🥰
My pleasure dear. 🙂
Far too nice for a doormat…
Thank you. Luckily not me Ivor but I’m sure many have fallen into that trap sometime in their lives 😢
Yes, there’s lots of doormats out there…
truth and fact – sad yet undeniable – nice work Christine
Thank you so much my dear Gina 🙂❤️
you are welcome Christine
Thank you so much. You’re so sweet 🥰
Wow. I love this Christine. Fact.
Thanks Jay. This was an odd one. I just followed those prompts 🙂👍
It felt different from your usual ones but I still liked it.
Interesting concept here.
Yes, I wasn’t sure where I was going with and that’s where I ended up! 🙂
Always test your boundaries.