Day 27.
Prompt: Write a poem of longing.
Hurt, hurt heart!
Love.
Long for greener groves and
music like marrow and
the one who got away, who
you couldn't catch and who
never loved you back.
Hurt, hurt heart!
Love.
Broken? Muscles used grow sore,inflamed
but heal stronger,
more solid from use.
So, hurt, hurt heart!
Then, heal.
2 comments:
That was beautiful. I actually visualized it as I read it, if that's possible. As an aspiring fiction writer I can say that a poem read so quickly has never made me feel that deeply. Keep writing!!
Thank you! :)
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