"drown it out with music" now drowned in un-amusement. un-enthused & now her smile isnt the same... but in a good way. - jealousy turned acceptance, hatred turned soft. the flame in her eyes that caused a kundalini rise has died... but its a good thing.
the girl that only shares emotions with pens and pages, intended phases or a sudden craze; the girl once counted out & counted days... - who knew freedom would actually come.
Words sometimes flow and the yellow legal pad or computer keyboard cant keep up Other times Henry David won"t work with me Hate to call on my Muse but still need him No religion or politics in my work Read between the lines if you wish Writing for me is life sustaining and helpful If others get joy or get the words than I am happy We all write for different reasons