I have to admit, I like writing about my angst and sorrow.
It makes for a good read
When I'm in need.
It's a lot of fun to worry about today and tomorrow.
When I hear my soul plead
It's sadness I feed.
So I'll ask you this, "Do you have some pain I can borrow?"
"Does your heart bleed?"
"I'll take that on for you, agreed?"
About Me
- Stephanie D
- I'm a Recovering Drama Queen. I got tired of the same old lines.
Quick note:
ReplyDeleteI miss you, my friends!
Rudolph has been my rock this week. I love how happy I am having him in my life.
So I can say with all honesty, this poem is FICTION!!!! :)
Love,
Stephanie
Re your quick note: GOOD!!!!!
DeleteTony was just asking where you've been lately. I said you had a new boy.... :)
DeleteWink Wink, Nudge Nudge, Say No More.
DeleteI am so glad that you have your rock! You always have my shoulder if you need it too.
ReplyDeleteNo sadness, no sorrow that you can borrow...
ReplyDeleteHow about my joy?
And it's not about a boy!
It is my gratitude for life...
And the fact that I can live with my strife...
Life is good... making that understood?
Loved your poem more than mine! Thanks, Lisa. Sounds like you are doing well. Have a great weekend!
DeleteOk. I'm hoping this is ironic. ~mary
ReplyDeleteHa, good location for your clarification--I mean before you become engulfed in reader concerns. Glad to hear about your rock.
ReplyDeleteEnjoy your weekend Stephanie.
Dear Stephanie, . . . I wish you even more joy. Peace.
ReplyDeletepoets are sure ruthless in the elements they need to weave good yarn:)
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