I love when poetry just happens.
Lindsay has been working out her feelings, which started with her post here titled THE DAY I DIED, and is working her way through them using poetry and prose.
Many times I will be having a conversation and to show the other person I understand how they feel I will write a few lines of poetry. You can say a lot in a few lines of poetry. Lindsay sent a few verses and I added a few more to let her know I understood.
It doesn’t matter how you connect, it just matters that you do 🙂
Love you pretty!
So I’ve been working on a piece to follow up The Day I Died posted on Hasty Words site this week. I like writing around a poem that tries to display what I’m feeling as sometimes it displays it better than describing what happened. This piece is had the assistance of the Amazing Hasty Words as I was a little stuck. She is incredible as we all know. Love that woman. Anyways, sometimes you meet a person that you think is the answer to love, and learn a dark secret about them. I wish it didn’t happen, but it does. As life goes, we tend to not notice until it’s too late and the abuse has been on going. This is my story.
Your love is a dirty little drug
Seeping, flowing through my veins
Leaving me frozen and numb
To feel none of the pains
You made me…
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