Tag: Poetry
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Parisian Poem
Today I’m sharing a poem that I wrote a while back after returning from a trip to Paris. The last time I sat at your feet oh, great Tour Eiffel… we sat- clock stopped- and sipped French bubbles on your damp lawn reflecting twinkly lights watching the boys burst in laughter with your sparkle in…
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Broken
Broken I should’ve never said “yes” every ounce of me knew but i was tired- trying to find and hide and hope for true in the tiny pieces of my splitting, shattered, seedling soul. Drowning in pride. Details and dresses and drama and daddy’s dimes over my head- too young to be good…