Everything was hard & she kept going-we grow in our valleys.
CHARLIE GILBERTEverything was hard & she kept going-we grow in our valleys.
CHARLIE GILBERTHe was so selfish that he refused her shelter from waves & winds all while claiming from his lighthouse that he loved her -he became the storm she needed saving from.
CHARLIE GILBERTYour poems are so beautiful I almost forgot the pain you lived to pen them-from pain comes with beautiful things.
CHARLIE GILBERTRoot yourself in love.
CHARLIE GILBERTYou blame your father but it was your mother who did not keep you safe -why you won’t trust women.
CHARLIE GILBERTHe tried everything to silence her except for kindness and remorse -only love softens a voice.
CHARLIE GILBERTI wept that everything he made was pretty I forgot that I, too, was art-the girl with the soft heart.
CHARLIE GILBERTIs your love the storm or the lighthouse?
CHARLIE GILBERTThe fog is lifting I am healing- You don’t own my heart.
CHARLIE GILBERTMy sweet girl: of course he has to object project & reject for if he didn’t he’d have to admit that he loves you -wise words from her therapist’s office.
CHARLIE GILBERTHe says your poems whisper too loudly of ugly truths. He forgets he authors the endings.
CHARLIE GILBERTHouses built on heartbreak is that what you call love.
CHARLIE GILBERTHe is the story I cannot finish he is the poem I’ll always miss.
CHARLIE GILBERTI said I would heal with you-instead you burned my love.
CHARLIE GILBERTWhile you’re posting pretty pictures I am writing love letters to you love & our priorities.
CHARLIE GILBERTHe said ‘words are nothing but clumsy’-as he watched poetry fall from my lips.
CHARLIE GILBERT