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