Wordplay Wednesday #8: Bits and Pieces

The pain is as real
As you used to be
The lasting effects
Of your memory.

Alone in our bed
Through empty nights
When it used to be
Me holding you tight.

***

When you’re at
-the point of tears
When dreaming dreams
-is but wasted years
When time alone
-can make you cry
When promises
-are empty and dry

***

Finding she’s a
Wildflower
Nobody can tame
She must be
The one to blame

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Author: authormilligib

Stay-at-home Mom (The most important job I'll ever have) and author, occasional photographer.

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