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Saturday, May 14, 2016

heart’s disquiet


one day, the tears i've shared,
the blood of my heart
having spilled upon pages,
my soul having left its scent,
will the eyes of whom
these words intended
lament over having waited
too long to read the words
i so wished to share ? 

maybe posthumously my words
will be gathered, by chance she
will read about my heart and
my soul's disquiet.    

until then i shall go on, continue
marry my heart and my tears with the
words of my soul on pages upon 
pages till ink runs dry and then
i shall scratch with finger nails
on walls, my words, a telling of
my love exceeds the bounds of pages
where it is writ and the lines
of love reside