Young love. A poem from a 13 year old.
I began writing poems at age 10. I have toted around journals for over three decades in which I neatly copied verses that I had scribbled onto any loose paper in my reach. It’s miraculous that I still have these precious keepsakes; I’ve lived a place or two. To read my complete writing story visit: Vulnerable, Savage, Gritty, Dangerous. That’s Why.
I’ve labeled this juvenile rhymey-timey poetry collection, “The Works of Erin Galloway.” You can find the start of this bunny trail here.
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