Category: Writers Block
I sit with my scarred heart in hand, in the other the ring I wear reminding me of a love that will reach eternal grace, attached to that ring is one beautiful face. So why did this face turn from grace, scar my heart and run away with the nearest friendly face. She left me broken, praying on the floor, teers were streeming from my eyes, hoping God would hear my cries. I asked him to bring back that pretty face, I asked him to for give her and let her in his grace. My heart loves this pretty face, one day I hope to go to his tempal and bee ceeled for ever and his eternal grace. Wants we are ceeled for ever and time, I can call this pretty face mine for ever and eternal time.
Good writing. I like that, even though it brings back memorys
In'teresting use of repetition. It conveyes a sense of sadness and fragile hope.
Thank you, it is what I am going through at this time. I also tied in some LDS belief's into the poem.
hmmm
Yes I noticed those too. I am LDS, so that part instantly jumped out at me.
wow. that was great.