Love letters are all burned
Unopened
Hidden desire filled the air
Smoke flying with sadness
An outcry of metaphor dances
White paper drench in red ink
Words escape the rough edges
Slowly dying fire ablaze
A love untold turned to ashes
No stitches could heal
The agony of a broken heart
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Racing Thoughts
PoetryAll the Little Thoughts was the first poetry book that I published here. I tried to submit it to a publishing house, hoping to be considered. Unfortunately, I've received the saddest email today informing me that my manuscript was not chosen. The fi...
