White noise fills this bedroom
but it can not mute the
sound of my heartbeat, especially when
I think of yesterday.
How can three hours of time
mean so much?
I want to call you right now
and remind you how you made me feel.
The way you held me in your arms like
it was forever, the way your baby blue eyes
drank in my soul, and left me lifeless.
I want to call you but I won't,
Cause I know how passion grows
inside the space of silence.
And I want more.
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Vulnerable
PoetryBe careful to whom you give your heart; they don't have to be perfect, but they need to be consistent in how they apply themselves through the right efforts. I, of mind, body, and spirit am vulnerable. Once a woman who thought that happiness was bro...
