My poetry knows how to sing the blues. It finds rhythm in lost loves, an empty room, a whiskey shot. It’s cadence of roving eyes a wallet devoid of cash. the desire to stay. The need to go. Misery flows from lyrics that refuse to let it fold. My poetry channels Ella Fitzgerald and dissonant chords […]

via Angst in Verse — Everything I Never Told You

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