When he’s quiet I love him
When he speaks I retreat
My heart still beats for now for a profound slender man who demands so much but does so little and belittles when he can just because he can…
When he’s quiet I love him
When he speaks I retreat
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Janelle Griggs
I write what I feel that’s the deal! My emotions have a lot to uphold so behold. Not perfect but some great pen work that you can relate to. She is Me “JANELLE”
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Exposed hands
So many struggles so I stand and huddle Pressure builds and I tilt just a little Looking to the sky I can see dots in my eyes making it hard to see the sun rise…Flying through my own mind my thoughts multiply and try to comply but some of my thoughts quickly die…
By Janelle Griggs about a year ago in Poets
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Such a sad poem.