Dear, What a beautiful free verse poems you penned here... like a sung you sang, like a waterfall at salto angel...flow well within beautiful expressed emotions....ohh... My pleasure to read... Beautiful done!

Dang Auntie is there possibly a form you can not pen ?? .... lol
Your talent leaves me breathless and wishing I had also received such a wonderful gift as my cyber Auntie has ....

Here on cold sheets laying in grief
With anger at self for the secrets I keep
Sad tears of regret for lovers to lose
No holding hate when you're forced to choose
Still thoughts you now wrestle again and again
Upon dampened pillows from tears your heart sends
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This part brings the tears Jeannie ....
Hold on to this one tightly for I can see it being sung in the future. It sure would make for a wonderful song .....
Excellent Jeannie !

Jeannie
Such a beautiful piece you have penned. You can close your eyes and imagine being somewhere else. So much talent shines from your pen. Is it made of gold? lol

Excellent!
Love Cindy

Jeannie,
Yipes, girl. I guess I didn't know what I was getting myself into when reading this and I could make a movie from the scene playing in mind from this piece. I have to agree with Cindy about your pen being made of gold and Luanne asking is there a form you can't write. I loved this poem and these lines were so profound and very scary as I could somewhat relate to them.

^Here on cold sheets laying in grief
With anger at self for the secrets I keep
Sad tears of regret for lovers to lose
No holding hate when you're forced to choose
Still thoughts you now wrestle again and again
Upon dampened pillows from tears your heart sends
As the man you had chosen rises from sight
And soon disappears in the darkness of night
How did this all happen how did it begin
You're not quite lovers and you're not quite friends.
*** Whew (Wipes brow from perspiration) That was amazing girl.....as always.