Day 1923, I sting. Daily picture, Poetry My smile deceives you when you reach for what I say ~ if you’re not careful you will feel it going inside ~ a feeling of remorse just after greed ~ and you blame meShare this: Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Like Loading... Related