Poetry

LAY

Posted by Joy Nibbs on

Lay in the warmth of my arms

To feel the joy of a lover

To melt

Between a promise and a mistake

That is not fate

A belief in the lesser things

A moment of regret

Then I am nothing

This guilt

This mask I wear

I own it

Take my soul

Call me vile

But tonight we fight. 

Published by Joy Nibbs

I love food, psychology, neuroscience, writing, and community. I have two poetry collections; "Ramblings" and "Lilacs at Dawn". Tea Drinker | Spice Maker | Writer of Poems and Psychology Things

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