Own Two Feet

Personal 1 Minute

Coffee cup held to my lips

My nails are painted black

My eyes are gazing through the glass

And no ones looking back

Lana sings into my ears

Of lovers lost and gone

I can’t help but to relate 

My tears fall to her song

I have all but given up

I cut another out

Sip by sip my coffee goes

Of this I have no doubts 

I am stronger on my own

I know my own two feet

And when the spring comes round again

A better man I’ll meet

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Published by Ryon Maverick

Born in Doncaster, I’m a gay writer with a passion for exploring life, love, and everything in between. I share personal stories and reflections on the highs and lows of love in all its forms. I'm also the published author of The Life And Death Of Love, a poetry collection that dives deep into the raw beauty and heartbreak of human connection.

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