A Poem By little woman // 1/27/2011

Heartbeats thud

Creating thunder


Heartstrings strum

A ripple of melody


Thought-wishes explode

Muffling my brain


A blush blossoms

Overspreading my cheeks


Joy bubbles

Resulting in laughter


Confusion reigns

A harmonious disconnect


All is fair in love and war


This is not war, so it must be love


I do not think it fair

 To fall to pieces

When I fall in love


The scary thing about poets

The scary thing about poets is that they know my soul. This is one of those times.

Anna | Tue, 12/11/2012

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief


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