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Feelings took away...
while sitting alone and thinking of you
my memories brings a shade so blue...
Shock took over me as I watched you leave,
I inhaled the energetic cortisol...
by Purvi Gadia
Take your knife to my heart
and let it seep...
This winter is ending.
It is frost...
The saddest tears are the driest ones seen in the bravest smile.
Don't tell one who writes of grief to rethink their "I" statements. When you know they had tears on their hands as they wrote, don't say the poem could be better. You might as well say their grief could be worse.
If someone shares a poem with you that is meant to help close an open wound, they don't want your opinion. They want your hand on their shoulder, gripping it tight.