Itch Poem by Gold Trybes

Itch

Rating: 5.0


Infatuation is our ruse
Clothed in the garb of true feelings
Meant to satisfy an itch
That will never take on the shape of true love

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Christine Kerr 14 February 2009

So very interesting true, This is a keeper

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