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aim less ly (1.17.17)

aim less ly


past shadows of

stone-faced men

who will say nothing– no thing of loss

though they be the embodiment of

slamming doors,

tear streaked women

who they loved beyond love

bitter is the burn of time

who brands each his measure and rhyme

we falter

we fail

we forget to forgive

and we aim less our arrow

at the one that we love

we wander

to wonder

at what once was

and at what could be

aim less ly aiming at less than life 

-Eva M.M.

Thank you for reading and sharing your thoughts in the comments below.

” 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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