too many...by Talile Ali
too many lovers
too many friends
too many starts
too many ends
can't find a meter
can't catch a rhyme
the worlds sold beneath her
as she unwind's
desolation in
a valintine of curse
know it's her time
to dine something worse
ignorance and bliss
walk hand in hand
and court each other well
try to understand
as their hands grip
the sticky rails
and descend slippery steps
into her self made hell
poem by Talile Ali
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