by Curiouswife
regrets keep us traveling on the wheel of life...I forget...anyway ..always a silver lining ...to find it is a gift..nice pen...blue
Dressed in white
On white sheets she lay
We sent for the priest
But she sent him away
She’d had enough
And let us know
Of everyone else’s way
She had her own way to go
She left in a breath
We said “good for her!”
While we acted out of love
We see how sorry we were
Start submitting your work to ezines/magazines if you haven't already. It's time! You're good!
and i've seen a cathartic release in many of your poems. i may have mentioned that you should submit to zines. in any case keep it up. strong write here.....don
is clearly hindsights forgivness..... I've missed you curious, and came back for some 'wordplay'. Once again your depth portrays the soul within... sGp