She lends her pen,
To thoughts of him,
That flows from it,
In her solitary.
For she is his poet
And he is her poetry.
~ 11.10.18
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Letters I'll never Send
Poetryhere are the poems of the things i could never say. the majority of these are indirect conversations of mine, based on true events. and yes, I've written all these independently :) enjoy
a dedication
She lends her pen,
To thoughts of him,
That flows from it,
In her solitary.
For she is his poet
And he is her poetry.
~ 11.10.18
