For the love of Poetry.
It’s time I fall in love again, she said to herself, but with words that insist on being heard despite their grandest efforts to be hidden away. You see, With a heart so heavy and a head so full I could bury it all between the pages.
New Shoes
Tue 31st Oct 2023 02:15
Are you inferring that the thought of falling in love again along with the messes of life can be literally lost by having your nose in a book?
Or are the "pages" a metaphor for life and the desire for love is lost in the minds shifting states of madness?