Love..
Something people crave to have
While some want nothing from it
Making people do stupid things
Trying so hard to get it
Yet some never received it
It’s crazy how the word
Love..
Can just get tossed around
While those who say it with meaning
Sometimes get nothing
The pain of
Craving something
Such as simple as
Love..
Can really be crippling
How some may never see
How someone really feels for them
For may that person be to scared
Or fear the possible rejection
If they just so happen to use the word
Love..
About the Creator
Kari Hammond
So, what I have up currently is some old pieces of stuff I did a few years ago. Trying to slowly move back into writing and am super grateful to all those who read.
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I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson3 days ago in Fiction
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