Why are there no love stories without
pain? Why do sparks have a price? Why
didn't I see my heart is
tarnished, neither healing
nor healthy, passion
vacant in grief—
broken and
not to
be?
About the Creator
Alison McBain
Alison McBain writes fiction & poetry, edits & reviews books, and pens a webcomic called “Toddler Times.” In her free time, she drinks gallons of coffee & pretends to be a pool shark at her local pub. More: http://www.alisonmcbain.com/
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THE CUP:
Crazy how some writings you can recall clearly where and why you wrote it. I was working in car sales at the time and sometimes sitting and waiting is part of the job. The desk was one of those tan, faux woodgrain desks found in anytown USA. My coffee cup sat in front of me and caught my eye and I just felt a kinship in its patient waiting much as I was doing in the early morning. That building and dealership isn't even there anymore but I still remember it quite well.
By Victor Mendez7 days ago in Poets
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Emotional and also powerful!
Questions I always ask myself. We’re just people living in a broken society, and no skills for fixing anything.
Lovely
Nicely done it.
A lot of questions no one can answer... :(