Fishnets and Gin
I’m not crying, I’m just leaking gin.
Don’t think I’m letting those feelings in.
They’ll slip through, like water through nets of fish,
If you can do one thing,
Then I wish you’d stop taking things seriously.
Sit down, smile and live,
Don’t consider me,
Do what you need, forgive.
Todays #inktober poem - based on a couple of strange prompts! If you like it, feel free to share.
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