ValentineA Poem by W. Lynch I wanted to try writing, but the beginning letter of every line was a sentence. A heartache pill No one would make. Dying, a chance I will not take. What if there's more? I have to know. Love makes me high. Love makes me low. Laughter can cure, I even know that. Valentine, be mine. Every pill fails me that.
And I will live. © 2009 W. LynchAuthor's Note
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W. LynchEarth and all it's homes..., KSAboutIt seems I come here in 2-year intervals...? Well, maybe the third time's the charm. I'm eighteen, about to enter university, and so incredibly ready to close this chapter and open another. Recent hap.. more..Writing
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