to write love on her arms
is a feat greater than life itself
to part the red sea
you must first step out of the cellto provide peace and kindness
one must firstly obtain it
to water the scorched earth
there is no single measurementto provide life for what has passed
you're no grim reaper
to instill weight on memories that have no limit
you're no baggage checkerto spread pain across her soul
is so much easier
than to write love on her arms
when there are tools that are surely sharper‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗
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Fewer Words Say More- A Collection of Poems
PoetryWhat is written here was never said aloud.