#howmanypoetsaregone
We do what soulmates do, and—on with life.
…Still can’t remember the notes…?
Who are you to steal my soul?
…Because I wanna be. You make sense out of life.
What a line!
I’ve “missed” you my whole, entire life.
How many poets are gone…? Tons.
Who are you to steal my soul?
Where is my soul—in my heart.
Why are you still so fiery?
The scale always tips for me.
I do not like you when you think. —Jealousy
I like when we make. —Poetry.
©2025Ellen Finn
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 2:20 PM UTC
Old promises. Sweetly said
Promises. Sweetly said;
In midair:
A refrain:
We do what soulmates do, and—on with life.
…How many poets are gone…? Tons.
©2025Ellen Finn
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 2:29 PM UTC