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Of How Poorly

by Joe Cramer

I am not aware
of how poorly I treat you.
It's as if my care
has forced my brain askew.
I long for your love,
for your touch, for your smile.
This is what I am made of,
this makes life worthwhile.

04/17/2012

Posted on 04/17/2012
Copyright © 2025 Joe Cramer

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 04/17/12 at 12:21 PM

We are not always aware of how the tone of our words or even the sameness of our words can cut like a sword. Nice write!

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