Puzzle, life inside out


When I forget what I don’t know

When I don’t know what I forget

I fall into regret

And make no sense… Now

When I feel what’s inside

I turn myself aside

Why would I care?

Why should I dare?

I could use the expression

But I never liked the regression

Life is vague and makes no sense

Like me… And my lack of confidence…


2 Comments Add yours

  1. mbrazfieldm says:

    look Poeta LA is waiting for the next “El Super” story!!!! ❤

    Liked by 1 person

    1. lynyo says:

      I know!!!! My dear friend, I will provide them as long as you keep liking them!


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