he says he can
but he doesn't
he says the flowers in my blue water are his
but they are notI went into the sea
no one read my mind
the Greek sky is mine
it speaks my languageI walked for hours
no one interruptedI cried for days
no one caredbut somehow
he found my mindpicked it up
swirled itI forgot how to write
how to readI sunk my head
in the blue water
let the petals surround meand finally replied to him.
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You can't break up with a soul mate [a love story in poetic verse]
Poetry"Meet me for a cocktail, let's talk about Plath." And so begins the cat and mouse game between Jared, the atypical bad boy, and Dalia, the woman he has set his eyes on to make her a lover. In free verse, poetic style, read their story. " you walk...