#Miracle Challenge week number – 5
Challenge number – 2
A poem using prompt words, “smooth” and “far”
Dawned on me how far I did
Drown in the secret cupid’s spell!
Killing me smoothly, your absence
Woke me up to the hiding truth…
Heart heavy with your haunting thoughts,
Angered that it’s approval wasn’t asked.
Scared though you are no stranger,
Raced to see you soon to ask…
What do i call you from now on?
“My dear freind”- like i always did?
Or “my love” – in a way all new?
My biggest fear is, will you laugh?
in response to a miracle challenge of poetry using prompt words “smooth” and “far”