I Write Poetry

No Use Crying
Over
Spilled
Milk.

Words
spilled
from pen to paper.
Dripping with passion,
undying...
and dreams
broken.
Phrase by phrase,
arching the flood
of emotions
into letters.
Side by side,
to express
feelings
that actually
used to mean ...

Something.

*My writing challenge contribution *
https://similarworlds.com/3724831-I-Challenge-You-to-Challenge-Me-to-Write/2472234-WRITERS-WEEKLY-CHALLENGE-WEEK-OF-JANUARY-31-2019?rid=28326991

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Elandra77

That is both sad and poignant. I love how you did this short but to the point with no room (or time) for misinterpreting.

You excel so greatly when you write-and write like this.

Your heartfelt (and oft bitter) writings on EP were one of the things that drew me to you then. Well, that and someone told me you were "buff" and I still do not know what that means. lol