With Care


There were words 

On the tips of tongues 

And then silence 

Before heartbreak begun.

No intention

Or dreadful deed

Just ignored

No matter volume of pleads.

To forgive

When no hurt meant

Is still difficult 

With feelings bent.

Loneliness is often

When it should only be rare

And most often given

From the people who “care.”

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About PenAndPaperStoriesblog

I am an educated adult female with Bachelor and Master degrees in Business Management. I am married with four children. I enjoy writing and drawing for a hobby and brain vacations. My dream is to publish a novel someday, but I am building on my short story and poetry crafts now.