I wished for poetry
A line or two
He said
I will not write for you
I replied
I will write for you
I wrote
Until
There were no words left
And my fingers bled
He stayed true
And did not write for me
I wished for poetry
A line or two
He said
I will not write for you
I replied
I will write for you
I wrote
Until
There were no words left
And my fingers bled
He stayed true
And did not write for me
Poems and Petals 
Beautiful poem. Sorrowful.
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Thank you Mandi, it’s been half-written for a while, the ending came this morning! 🙂
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Oh, this is sad, Vonita. I felt the pain of longing to hear sweet nothings in your ear or on paper in a poem. Hope this is based on thoughts and not reality. Smiles, Robin
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Thanks Robin, it’s all in the past 💝
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It is always sad when we give what we would love to receive,,this is a lovely poem,
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Thank you for your empathy, Elle 🙂
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sad!
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Thanks for reading, Lynz!
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painfully sorrowful, maybe a bit vicious…
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Thank you for your empathy in reading this.
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