You're still in my head, you're still words unsaid,
your palm holds the essence of life.
You devoured my mind, being cruel never kind,
your malice, to cut like a knife
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Yes, our need for love does blind us but fortunate is the woman who frees herself in time. Very well handled topic and is poetic in its ability to reach out and enlist our presence inside the poem and inside that destructive relationship. Extraordinary. 10+++++++++++++++++++++++++
Thank you Susan, I agree totally with what you say about how easily love can blind us..I do so appreciate your positive and generous comments -thank you very much! Lodigiana x
Again the voting booth doesn't work. I shall have to come back later and try again.
haha the joys of modern technology! x Lodigiana