All I can say is "I love you."
I cannot pick up the shards of your soul,
glue them together and pretend...
All I can say is I love you.
The yellows turned to blues and gray
And the hues were far from our grasp
All we did was stare, kneel, and beg
For the portrait to appear as it was.
It's not my pain to hold,
but why're the tears streaming?
It's not my castle to rebuild
But know that my hands'll be helping
All I can say is "I love you."
I cannot pick up the shards of your soul,
glue them together and pretend...
All I can say is I love you.
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kinesus: a poetry collection
PoetryWords, how I love them, especially when my heart weaves them into verses that mirror facets of life, most I have worn and seen, some I merely envision. Regardless, the words brought me here, the same way it brought you to me. This is kinesus, a coll...
