Breaking Up

Blessed
Relationship
Ending is
Always sad
Kiss goodbye
It shall forever be
Near my heart
Gluing me to memories

Unseen went the love we had
Perhaps it wasn’t meant to be

Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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