Easy Poem

here’s the easy poem
muttered low,

love’s not a simple matter
so my words won’t
frame it

whole truth’s displayed
on mirror’s mind.

can’t claim the climb’s
been smooth,

as my lips drool you
this cheap

hold patience now,
view from the summit
could melt the
chains of


time’s troubles melted
as if we never
felt it

just the puddle where
our pasts and

in a bubble, where
colour yet

Grumpy Gorman

an easy poem, that didn’t feel so..

thank you for reading.

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