| Poem: "Wounded" by Lang Leav | There are those poems that are written in a such a sweeping, simplistic, real way.. And they seem to echo a haunting peace, of being understood, and pain, of a perfect remembrance inside you.. This is one for me.
Writers and sadness…
A kid once said, "love is when you are mad at someone and not yelling at them because you know it would hurt their feelings too."
This sounds so much like me on the inside especially in my darkness (cold fall/winter) months!