Creative voices
Angelica Luzzi (Contributor) | Edited by Eleonora Prior
I kinda wish that I could write when I’m happy
to go back to these pages and smile between these lines
but during happy times my pen is dry
maybe I get my ink from the dark
writing in my parked car
nostalgia
I come back to this house made of paper only when it gets tough
roof made of my own thoughts
same thoughts that make it so tough
but when they collide in these designed lines
they sound bearable when they rhyme
they make a shelter for this grime
and all those words that would cut so deep
now like little soldiers in order
they come running to seal these wounds – ink like glue.
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