I’m sure you’re good at what you do
Not debating that, for true
But it’s the all the rest that worries me
The things you do without a fee
The daily mustering of private thoughts
To answer here or there or not
It makes me wonder if your heart
Even ever had a start
To feel the things I do
Feelings of love I have for you.
Was it ever in your craft
Or was it never in your past?
I can’t change the way I feel
It’s time now for both to heal.
https://allaboutwritingandmore.wordpress.com/2017/02/05/craft/
Very deep and quite sad 😔
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