Dear Muse,
Since the day that you departed
All my rhymes are broken-
hearted
And I seem to have; misplaced my punctuation
You used to steal my breath in -- all the right places and now my meter can't help but run away where should I, pause
To convey the emptiness of these words
In the absence of your inspiration
I wish I could re-verse
Our
Romance
Sincerely,
A poet no more
About the Creator
Hazel
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Final Call
She flings her arms around my neck and squeezes me like she’s never going to let me go. My head spins as her lips brush against my cheek. She must be able to feel my heart thumping in my chest. I shuffle backwards and ram my hands into my coat pockets, watching her reach down and heave the rucksack across her shoulders.
By Caroline Cravena day ago in Fiction
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