Mr. Sun, I belong to you but I am in love with the moon. I feel your rays of heat and passion, while complaining I am always tired because I stay up during the midnight hours just to see him. I feel the magic and creative energy, writing better poetry during those hours. He is … Continue reading Mr. Sun
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My Words
My words always get me in trouble, in conversation or poetry I’ve never truly been strong with open communication because of this Though my poetry then is more profound... I’ve often mended hearts back together, even if mine was broken 08.24.18 @ 1:38 pm Love Notes, J. Saunders