28 Aug 2015 14 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: acrostic poem, Grief, lost, moments, pain
In the blink of an eye all was lost
All was betrayed and at what cost.
Biting her lip not to show
How quick her tears could flow
Turning to hide her
Face, none should know
She did care.
Her tears
Flow…………..
If we were having coffee , every Sunday
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willowdot21 
Aug 28, 2015 @ 20:46:35
Very moving!
Aug 28, 2015 @ 20:57:02
Thank you:)
Aug 28, 2015 @ 20:59:27
Wonderful
Aug 28, 2015 @ 21:00:44
🙂
Aug 28, 2015 @ 21:50:37
Excellent poem! Good one, milady…
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Aug 29, 2015 @ 06:03:09
Thank you sir. 🙂
Aug 29, 2015 @ 06:45:59
🙂
Aug 29, 2015 @ 01:26:04
Painfully exquisite.
Aug 29, 2015 @ 06:02:10
Thank you Sheri. xxxxx
Aug 29, 2015 @ 05:01:48
I was typing a completely different comment about what this meant to me, and within the typing of said comment I had an even bigger epiphany. So this is almost like walking through the world and getting all of these lovely comments, (You look nice, you’re awesome, You’re a good person.) But they don’t effect you in a way that is overpowering, like you aren’t filled with joy. Then that one person says something along the lines of “You can be an ass sometimes.” And boom you have seven years of bad luck because your mind shatters. As much as we don’t want to admit that those petty comments effect us, and we would rather just turn the other cheek, another part of us is like “How could he call me an asshole, what did I ever do to deserve such a cruel fate.” Obviously not to the extreme but that negative jab leaves a lasting mark that continues to outlive hundreds of positives.
Aug 29, 2015 @ 06:01:12
Yes you are right negative comments do hit us much harder than we like to admit. As you say it is a strange state of affairs but true.I think we have all become so sensitive, so insecure that we need boosting and bolstering all the time. It is not s healthy state of affairs. That was not the basis for this poem but it is a fair and valid point you have made. xx
Aug 30, 2015 @ 08:39:49
Well written Willow.
Aug 30, 2015 @ 09:36:04
Thank you Paul
Aug 30, 2015 @ 14:46:12
Aching!