She never knew a mother.
\nShe heard of love…
\nFrom some customers…
\nIn the heat of their passion.
\nShe felt none.
\nThen he came to her.
\nHe only spoke with her.
\nHe wanted to save her.
\nHe tried, she was changing…
\nHer freedom was in death.<\/p>\n
Step #2:<\/p>\n
She never knew a mother. Step #3:<\/p>\n She never knew a mother. She never knew a mother. She heard of love… From some customers… In the heat of their passion. She felt none. Then he came to her. He only spoke with her. He wanted to save her. He tried, she was changing… Her freedom was in…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":745,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,1136,441,5],"tags":[293,31,1419,565],"class_list":["post-19669","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompt-responses","category-poetry-prompts","tag-kindness","tag-love","tag-names","tag-tears"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19669","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/745"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=19669"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19669\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19823,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19669\/revisions\/19823"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19669"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19669"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19669"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nThough many women were around.
\nShe heard of love…
\nAnd never saw it.
\nFrom some customers…
\nIn the heat of their passion.
\nShe felt none.
\nShe was beyond tears…<\/strong>
\nBeyond emotions seen in others.
\nCustomers cried, laughed, yelled…
\nAnd called her ugly names.
\nThen he came to her.
\nHe only spoke with her.
\nAnd called her beautiful, important!
\nHe said her name, with kindness.
\nHe wanted to save her.
\nHe tried, she was changing…
\nShe was understanding what love was…
\nSome sort of feeling about to be born.
\nHer freedom was in death.<\/p>\n
\nShe heard of love…
\nAnd never saw it.
\nShe felt none.
\nShe was beyond tears…<\/strong>
\nBeyond emotions seen in others.
\nAnd called her ugly names.
\nThen he came to her.
\nHe said her name, with kindness.
\nHe wanted to save her.
\nShe was understanding what love was…
\nHer freedom was in death.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"