Posted in art, poetry, writing Moving On Posted on February 26, 2014 by SHE'S IN PRISON Share this:TwitterFacebookEmailPinterestPrintMoreTumblrLinkedInRedditPocketLike this:Like Loading... Author: SHE'S IN PRISON Poetry and music. View All Posts
Nice images. I especially like these lines: “when the hurt crumpled my heart into a ball of paper, trashed and raw, but time has ironed the creases and now I don’t see how the folds cut so deep in that past once lived.” Reply
with little more than a scar…. that was quite elegant and lovely, considering the subject matter. love that you matched it to the picture. 🙂 Reply
She's in Prison 
Nice one. Try to have a nice day, Lee. Greetings from Berlin. Cheers.
Good day from the States!! Thank you!
Nice images. I especially like these lines:
“when the hurt crumpled my heart
into a ball of paper, trashed and raw,
but time has ironed the creases
and now I don’t see how the folds
cut so deep in that past once lived.”
Thank you!
with little more than a scar…. that was quite elegant and lovely, considering the subject matter. love that you matched it to the picture. 🙂
Thank you. Means a lot.