Letters
How many left us
How many led us
Still getting over many like ladders
Too many set ups
One should sit up
Sipped up too much of my cup
Can't look up
A blank page I play
And people scribble on it with colours that stay
Words go astray like cats and dogs at night
and leave a hole in my soul I cannot weigh
Peaches,
I'm picking up pieces of what peace is
Piecing it together word for word I see a picture
Trying to get out the stigma of living in fear
Living ain't fair but death is
Love cuts severe
And even happiness brings tears
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Author:
June Winter (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
indisputably: Brilliant! poetry
thank you, truly
'A blank page I play
And people scribble on it with colours that stay
Words go astray like cats and dogs at night
and leave a hole in my soul I cannot weigh'
(so, so
so relatable and that you
purposefully
chose, to word it accessible
is something i respect you for
more, than your poetic genius)
again, thank you!
Thank you for finding it touching bro... It's a healing effect that comes when people appreciate what you've done with your pain.
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