Like the boats in the lake,
We drifted.
It was something I dreaded.
Like strangers we passed by eachother,
Not caring about one another.
When?
Oh when?
Did our relationship become so acrimonious?
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Emotions Of a Pen
Poetry"We will forever be friends, my pen and I." The mind and the heart pass it on to the pen and the pen tells their story, poetically, to the paper. The paper shares the story with the eyes of the one that owns the mind and heart then passes it on to t...
Acrimonious
Like the boats in the lake,
We drifted.
It was something I dreaded.
Like strangers we passed by eachother,
Not caring about one another.
When?
Oh when?
Did our relationship become so acrimonious?
