Fickle You left me dancing on air seeing the world through rosy hues Carefree with a wide smile and loving whom I choose Bring me a circle of gold with promises for my amuse But do not cross me for I am fickle Intimacy a weapon I can easily use Christine Bolton – Poetry forContinue reading “Fickle”
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