Writing through the ache, the joy, they lessons I seem to repeat—trying to find meaning and light in the dark. Always from the heart & honest even when I look bad.
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didn't pay heat bill you decided we don't work lacking warmth this month
By Tina D. Lopez3 months ago in Poets
brief street corner pause your smile melts air between us heat climbs, winter falls
heartbreak taught me this I am my own source of heat winter won't last long
we meet by pure chance your voice ignites fire within cold loosens its grip
irish coffee steam cheek to cheek, our coats smolder winter sweats a bit
We crafted masterpieces from hearts we slayed Loved like cruelty was a work of art Villains aren’t born; they’re made
Taylor sings "Every eldest daughter, is the first lamb to the slaughter." I know this. I am the eldest and only daughter
Claudia She doesn’t just fall in love— she dives, headfirst, as if she’s sure there’s water down there. She’d rather bruise
Kevin and I called it quits. We say we’re just friends now like it’s a firebreak, like it stops anything from sparking up between us.
