Every day mailbox empty,
standing before its maw.
But emptier still is
an unloved heart,
my heart echoes
with pain.
In a list
A contest entry
- share 20 words by Lavender Butterfly.
400 points, ended January 24, 2008, 9 entries
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This poem isn't by chance a comment on what the life of a freestyle writer is like, is it? >-< D'oh on us for choosing a career where we wait for weeks to get rejection letters. Haha, aw, I made myself sad.
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My mailbox is empty too. The only thing that comes through my mailbox are bills and my netflix movies.
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sadly expressive and vivid in imagery... Thanks ever so much for sharing... x Love and light, Lavender Butterfly.
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