Holding hands together was so sweet;
kissing you was even sweeter.
Spending all day on the beach
(blissfulness and oneness)...
Except you shunned me
the next day. Took
up with her.
Double-
crossed.
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Heather Scott
Writing, to keep my sanity and make some sense of the world, while keeping watch over my five children as a single parent.
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The Sky as Witness
The sky has always been there, long before you learned to rise, long before you understood the difference between endurance and existence. It watched you without interruption, without judgment, without asking you to be smaller or softer or easier to hold. It witnessed every version of you—every collapse, every recalibration, every quiet act of survival you performed when no one else was looking. The sky is the only witness that never demanded a performance.
By Elisa Wontorcik6 days ago in Poets
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So sad ,love it
Loved your nonet.
Oh, that ending! double-crossed you that jerk!!