Buffeted by winds
Is how her soul feels
She’s in their bedroom
But alone by the sea
Is where her spirit flees
Not knowing what to do
Unable to speak the words
Unable to lift
This weight in her core
How was she to say it?
Dread pulled at her some more
She would have to say it
She whispers,
“I don’t love you anymore”
Copyright 2017-Vivian Zems
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September 6, 2017 at 7:29 pm
Wow this is beautiful 🙂
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September 6, 2017 at 7:40 pm
Thanks Walt!😊
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September 6, 2017 at 7:45 pm
Love the flow of this
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September 6, 2017 at 8:20 pm
Thank you! 😊
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September 7, 2017 at 2:33 am
You build the suspense and the heaviness with each line. There is no easy way to say this, just as there is no good time. Great writing!
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September 7, 2017 at 6:04 am
Never a good time…. 😦 ….. Thank you 🙂
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September 7, 2017 at 12:50 pm
You are most welcome! 🙂
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