Poetry

  • “Wasted” Love

    “Wasted” Love

    Jack sings his song; his words resonate in me. He says my love is soft, kind, and blind. He says my love is wasted. He says someday I will see. I look back now, and see my disaster. He says I can choose to learn. I choose to realize my love was wasted on you.

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  • Gray

    Gray

    Gray morning shields the summer sun, no songbirds heard. Commitments exist.

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  • Thoughts

    Thoughts

    Soft ocean breeze sings ballads sweetly on wind chimes. Thoughts quietly lost.

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