Posted in art, poetry, writing Moving On Posted on February 26, 2014 by SHE'S IN PRISON Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to print (Opens in new window) Print More Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Pocket 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
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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.