Prose, Poetry, and Knick Knacks (formerly One Poem A Day)
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. – Edgar Allan Poe
He made me write poems when I was brokenhearted
He made me rhyme when I was excited
I thought that I was a no one who found someone
Turns out he was my lesson, that love is not for everyone.
I learned and moved on, finally able to let go of the hurt
My reply to the heartbreak was at first curt
But when the dust settled
I matured and won the battle.
He made me write poems…
because anything is possible with Charisma
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“We need never be ashamed of our tears.” Charles Dickens (Great Expectations)
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