Poem – “Expensive Tastes”

“There’s no debate, you’ve got expensive tastes
I just wait until my pensive thoughts elevate
To better times, so I can deliver cohesive lines
To further my underlying advances ’til she is mine
Not like that she’s a game prize, rather she’s the apple of my eye
The core reason why I wake up smiling in the morning
My favorite place on Earth? Why, it’s close by you, of course!”

– S O L A C E for the Melancholy Soul

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