Just a sad little poem I wrote last night.

The year was 1972.

This poem depicts that not only women are hurt from relationships.

Sophie carefully cut the pieces of meat and placed it into the individual pie dish. Then she crushed the final ingredients using her mortar and pestle so that she could make the gravy. She gently mixed the ground ingredients in with the beef gravy stock and poured it over the chopped meat.

I once was a jaded person. I met someone that highly impacted me and my life.

Girl meets lonely heart.

The awful but true feeling of the second attempt at love.

A woman scorned, rehashing all tears and misery in her life.

White walls come apart scornfully, with black and pink stains…

A poem of love lost, betrayal, disappointment and pain.