Sevenling: Dark Valentine Get link Facebook X Pinterest Email Other Apps June 12, 2019 She dreams of stones, smooth, black heart shapes skipping across the lake. Love doesn’t turn pink just because Valentine’s are dyed rosy. He should have opened her card. ©Susie Clevenger 2019 Sunday Muse ~ Wednesday Muse #12 ~ Sevenling Poem Get link Facebook X Pinterest Email Other Apps Comments tonispencerJune 13, 2019 at 12:43 PMHe should have opened her card....killer line for a sevenling. I always hated Valentine's day because of the hype. "Love doesn't turn pink just because Valentine's are dyed rosy..." Well said. Thank you for your sevenling.ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyCarrie Van HornJune 14, 2019 at 9:38 AMI love your sevenling Susie! A utter truth about love wonderfully written!ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyMargaretJune 16, 2019 at 4:30 PMunrequited love.... sighReplyDeleteRepliesReplyJimJune 19, 2019 at 5:51 AMI cringe on this one. Susie. You conveyed disdain between the lines, the guy is a crass cad...ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyAdd commentLoad more... Post a Comment
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He should have opened her card....killer line for a sevenling. I always hated Valentine's day because of the hype. "Love doesn't turn pink just because Valentine's are dyed rosy..." Well said. Thank you for your sevenling.
ReplyDeleteI love your sevenling Susie! A utter truth about love wonderfully written!
ReplyDeleteunrequited love.... sigh
ReplyDeleteI cringe on this one. Susie. You conveyed disdain between the lines, the guy is a crass cad.
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