Thursday, September 6, 2018



Words fill the crevices of my mind.
Emotions that are too hard to find.

Love poetry trembles from my lips.
Your passion I can bear in small sips.

Behind closed eyes, I can still see your face.
Hard features I cannot seem to erase.

Filled pages fall from my open fingers.
The unspoken love sonnet still lingers.

Maybe I should burn my wall of pages
To help clear my mind of these wild rages.

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