The first was a warrior; he broke my heart to pieces
The second was an artist; he sculpted them into beauty with knife cuts
The third was a trader; he bought a passion for sympathy
The fourth was a realtor; he cleaned up and then sold out
And finally, I was left with an empty, newly refurbished heart
in the emotional wasteland of a life.
So I put up a new board that said ‘Tenant wanted’.
*Read my other Love Poetry. Or listen to it.
We are mind readers. Does that scare you or does it intrigue you?
I met people I had ghosted. I was contacted by those who ghosted me. Maybe all ghosts bear gifts.
I had an idea for a non-fiction piece when I realised today’s A2ZChallenge prompt ‘C’ would carry a story version well, if I said it stood for City.
This is something I wrote at one of Rochelle’s workshops. I haven’t edited it too much and I might consider performing it. Then again, once I put it out there, I might not need to anymore. This is a delayed poem for the April 2015 A to Z Challenge. ~O~O~O~O~O~ Four…
Secrets cause no casualties.
A sin is forever.
Writing was my catharsis, till it became my crutch. A paper plane showed me the way out.
Wow, Awesome
Wonderfully written , I admire you for this .
@Dewang Vora: Thank you! Do visit again. I write a lot of fiction & poetry.
My pleasure. 🙂
I am following you from past many days and have gone through your poetries .
I really like the way you describe your thoughts .