Poetry
Separation piles up like piano keys.
Love is music. It rests.
What rests after is a forgotten score.
So thoughtful—thank you 💙🙏
I really like how your sentences finish each other on a different line it gives it some rhythm
I’m so glad you like this one—it was written for someone very dear to me 💙🙏
i like each and every one of your poems philly
How dare i miss reading this
Vangie! Where have you BEEN
I’ve missed you loads though!
SAME it’s been awfully quiet around here without you, I’ve been keeping mostly quiet too
I’m happy to see that you’ve been posting again!
in a writer’s slump, or more precisely a coma for i cannot pick up a pen if my life depended on it
Separation piles up like piano keys.
Love is music. It rests.
What rests after is a forgotten score.
So thoughtful—thank you 💙🙏
I really like how your sentences finish each other on a different line it gives it some rhythm
I’m so glad you like this one—it was written for someone very dear to me 💙🙏
i like each and every one of your poems philly
How dare i miss reading this
Vangie! Where have you BEEN
I’ve missed you loads though!
SAME it’s been awfully quiet around here without you, I’ve been keeping mostly quiet too
I’m happy to see that you’ve been posting again!
in a writer’s slump, or more precisely a coma for i cannot pick up a pen if my life depended on it