I hate the way you made me feel
the most extraordinary things just
to end up writing poems on a
tear-stained paper.
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I hate the way you made me feel
the most extraordinary things just
to end up writing poems on a
tear-stained paper.
7 replies on “Poem #194”
Reblogged this on Jonathan Hobdell and commented:
These heartscars we wear
Are battle wounds.
Perhaps we didn’t win,
But we fought…and here we stand.
Superb
Thank you 😊
We must forver write it down, don’t we? Writing through tears.
Truly poignant – great work!
So many times 😪
I feel these words so deeply that it made my chest hurt 😢 This is beautiful 💔