Our Love Grew.
Just like a fire that never goes out.
This is the second post I ever made on my poetry blog when I created it a little over three years ago now. I remember being so shy and nervous about letting a larger audience potentially see my work than the small UK poetry forum I had begun writing and sharing my poetry on when I was just 18. That site was a bit more private you couldn't just go on and view people's profiles and written works unless you were a member already.
I am so glad I did end up creating my blog because it has turned into something wonderful.
Your love lit me up like a Christmas tree,
your love set me free,
like a bird taking flight.
Your love grew inside like a burning fire,
embers going strong.
Never gone out.
Your love hits with ease.
Our souls locked together.
Forever.
- Erin 15th February 2017
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About the Creator
Erin Shields
27. England. Poet. I have Bipolar, BPD & Anxiety. I’ve been writing since I was 18 as an outlet for my mental health.
I also have a Ko-Fi with more of my work: https://ko-fi.com/erin
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