Miss Marie Writes Words I am not a poet - I don’t study literature or language. I don’t know my writing style. I think things and I write them, I see imagery and I write it. I feel words consume me so I write them. I just write words.
Heart burning Empty soul Stomach churning I don’t feel whole Looking at the past It went so fast. Do I miss it, yes and no. Time will tell Will I heal Is this someone I will always feel. He is sad, he is hurting No one ever told him he was wrong. Spoilt and arrogant, He had become. Behaviour always accepted. A love for himself, he always expected perfection, Nothing else. It’s not his fault. He knew something was wrong, an angel he searched for, an angel he won. Another win, at his feet, treated her with deceit. Ignored his own actions, saw what he wanted to see, Always annoyed, he told her - Better she should be.
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