Writing through the ache, the joy, they lessons I seem to repeat—trying to find meaning and light in the dark. Always from the heart & honest even when I look bad.
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To be magical, begin by admitting you want to be. Say it plainly. Say it loudly. Next, choose mischief. Choose crazy.
By Tina D. Lopez3 months ago in Poets
Childish winter play building snowman with loved ones hot cocoa awaits
Huddle ‘round the tube A small grinch heart grows bigger Childhood memories
Christmas cookies bake Oven warming my kitchen Holiday magic
Love stays No betrayal Only different needs Two hearts beating out of rhythm Same warmth
caught in a snowstorm my personal creation must become own flame
Burn, burn idiot! Learn now---leave the cold fast. Go! Or you'll be ash soon.
You keep burning, burning down to ash Face the cold, chilly reality His love is never warming It cracks and shatters you
you will burn, burn, burn until you finally learn he loves you frozen
This year kept handing me the same test I’ve been taking my whole life. Different names. Different faces. Same questions.
when he showed up— loud, bright, full of future broken promises— i welcomed him in. hell, i cooked him dinner.
Today your horoscope swears that friends will mend your love life— by inviting new people inside your inner circle of romantic strife.
