Rd 3 of producing poetry prompted by Lilli. ☕️ Jacobs Cronat Gold is brewing! ☕️ |
| A painful choice It's odd how much my heart hurts, when that's not where you struck me - the bruises lurk beneath my shirts. It's odd how much my heart hurts, and how it strangely makes it worse to turn away from each "I'm sorry". It's odd how much my heart hurts, when that's not where you struck me. Prompt / Form Note ▶︎ ![]() ![]() |