Its Only Words

It meant nothing
To you from the
Start, my heart

Only words they were
Never forgotten by me
Love you always darling
You did say to me

Wish I knew, you were
One of the deceiving kinds
Right into my heart, a
Dagger you pierced, a
Silent death sentence

Poetry & writing 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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