I fell in love with words at a very young age. I have learned to use them as a release, a form of coping with life..the sweet and bitter alike. Poetry substains me when all else fells. It gives me purpose, makes my world and the world outside my own more beautiful, more enduring. I write mostly from emotional experience, but not always. I hope my poetry has meaning to someone, somewhere out there...
Am I affectionate enough,
when the words escape my mouth?
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The willow tree sways
the breeze dense upon fractured
repentive vows.
He never shocked me into believing,
I just accepted at face value.
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The slope of your shoulders
I once dreaded,
The tip of your tongue
a wave of violence,
rushing towards my heart's core.
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