Second Search: When a Writer gets Poetic

[lookingformykid]

[Hey guess who’s had a purple prose candy? Is it the guy with a dead wife he’s still not over and a missing daughter.... holy shi- I’m still playing Lemony Snicket aren’t I! Why yes, yes it is Harry Mason. Enjoy the prose....I apologize in advance]

Oh sweet love, I miss you so

There’s no meaning to this day

Without you here, to hold me close,

the sky

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[lookingformykid]

[[oh so HIDEOUS]]

Lisa, I must confess
I knew not you were dead
In truth I left to find my girl
the truth is what I said

I never meant to leave you there
In darkness there, all alone
I feel so wretched that you thought
I'd cast you away, like stone

You seem like a nice woman
Caught in an aweful bind
And if I possibly could help
It'd take a burden off my mind.

[lookingformykid]

Lisa. I did not know what to ask
I still don't know tis true
I met with strange Dahlia for the first time,
Only moments after I spoke with you

The place I was, I know not how
I entered there but left
The only thing I heard before
Were sirens most bereft

[hourai_branch]

[lookingformykid]

Hark, is that silence,
I hear upon my phone?
Alas, it is. My love is not there
To speak to me in her soft tone.

[hourai_branch]

That's not all that funny.

[lookingformykid]

I'm afraid I don't know what you mean
I really can not tell
My words are spoken from the heart
I rerally mean quite well.

[like_a_romanov]

That's... That's really sweet.

[lookingformykid]

I thank you miss,
the words are true,
they come from my own heart
to speak of woe, that she and I have ever moved apart.