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Un-named Poem 8/31/16

I was not sure what to call this poem so after you get done reading it and thinking about it I would love to hear not only yours thoughts on it but also any ideas you have for a good title.


Stone lips that can not cry

or speak of sorrow witnessed.

An angel–a guardian

,with a dozen roses at her feet,

named–just another fleeting life.

All around the willows weep.

My tears, in cold ground, seep.

My love still reaches,

my kiss channeled through that stone.

I love you even though I’m now alone.

Torn heart, that will not heal

or dance for love living.

A gasp– a chasm

,with things left unsaid on my tongue,

broken–just another life.

All throughout me memories burn.

Heart shattered, I yearn.

My love still etches

not on stone– on soul.

I love you even when I am left alone.

-Wishing you the brightest of days,Eva

” Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”



I am a young and enthusiastic writer, fresh out of highschool and into college at IUSB. I babysit and work and live life to it's fullest. I write. I read. I do yoga. And plan to become. Yoga intructers as well. I grew up on a farm and can't,t wait to move back to the country in my tiny house I have already planned out. Sometimes I'm a little melodramatic but rarely. I'm a spiritual healer, a hopeless romantic, a book worm, and very nostalgic. Thanks for stopping by.

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