“I”
I can write a poem of words, I can write out a dream that lives on paper.
If those words may dwell, synchronized into a positive insight- others could thrive off of what bubbles their heart, & what sets their being to bloom…
I can write a song of bliss, the missing love, the summer's kiss.
A note in tune with the strings of the heart.
&
If those sounds linger, being a hum to someone’s lips- a new life could fall asleep to its nuturer’s silk voice.
I can write a letter of sorrow, a grieving heart, the loneliness of a nostalgic mind.
& if those words have meaning, someone will understand the box my emotions have been suspended in, and maybe heal my penetrating wounds.
“II”
Sweet lover, why do you run from me?
I know your past pain causes you grief.
Please dwell into me and see there’s no fear in my love;
For you'd get the purest parts of me that only you were meant to see.
“III”
I left you pieces of me that could’ve been kept to patch up my wounds.
You assured me that your love was vital to the health of my heart, but I only leave with my soul.
I’ll drift off to the realm of my shadows and into comfort.
