Whoever wears a whole-time period
Must be arrested for stealing a poet's heart
Because he'll hold my decades and centuries
And my empty entities
They caught me with sirens
Cautions they must dive in
With the man wearing his dark green jacket
Locked me into his heart—it's permanent
What a crime!
What a time to say, "You're mine."
Guard me; secure my heart's missing piece
Dark green jacket, they can't steal you from me
To the witchcrafts and folktales that turn into ashes
And to pain that's made to build me
I scream, "You're my favorite bruise. You're all my all."
Faded all the false, put me up against the wall
Dark green jacket; I need you to need me, I want me to wear you
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Your Love Buried Deep Inside My Disastrous Heart (Poetry)
PoetryMy most poetically written poems are buried deep inside my disastrous heart. Love is poetry; you are the poetry.
