Sometimes pain on her page
Jilted wants, ignited rage
She posts of hearts often shattered
Spoken vows that no longer matter
I cry upon reading her words
Never verbal but still get heard
Perhaps her past bled this ink
Or current lies that’s made her think
This poet knows love in all of its infinite roles
Connecting with us from the depths of her writer’s soul
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With fond dedication to the talent over at A Writer’s Soul blog.
https://awriterssoulblog.wordpress.com/
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