For That Girl Named Debbie

For a girl named Debbie; who won me over with her words- Damn girl you know your way with words, the way they explode with power and feeling just gets me entangled in the flow of your poetry. You're good girl, your a woman who knows her stuff, I like that in a woman, whose not afraid to show her heart, to burn up a piece of paper with hot glare of emotions of love and hate and everyday life. You can write about anything and everything, and have it sound good to the reader's heart, Damn girl you know you won my heart, your way with words is like a hot knife slicing though cold butter, and my nerves rattle and my heart skips a beat when you start writing about love. Damn this girl is good, she knows her stuff, with a portrait of Edgar Allan Poe hanging over her wall, as she sits with lights dimmed, she writes of the darkest days, she makes 'em and she breaks 'em with her words. And she writes whatever comes to her mind, a day taking her meds, or a day with or without love, or just another day living her life; she speaks out to whatever comes to her mind, and that is what I admire in a lovely poetess like her. This poem is for a girl named Debbie, a girl whose words won me over. -a dedication poem to one of my fellow poets; Debbie Mills-Kelly .2.4.2014.