He called me seamless, As if he could not see The loose threads on my life In knotted disarray. After all, My life is the accumulation Of more and more tangles Because I can’t undo my mistakes.
Forgive my second intrusion. Your poem inspired one of my own . . .
J-Called
Excellent use of metaphor.
Forgive my second intrusion. Your poem inspired one of my own . . .
J-Called
Excellent use of metaphor.
J-Called