Without noticing I turn my heart inside out every time he smiles,
His voice is the lullaby of a spell I can never seem to break.
The fist sized organ goes by no name but most times she is the
quiet rage of a girl buried in timbers.
Her insides are covered in delicate softness that nurtures his needs at a whim.
She gives and gives and gives, even though she knows he throws away everything he takes.
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Screaming Into The Void
Poetry#1 in poetry :) #1 in free verse :) Have you ever felt like it was the end? Like today was just a bad day? That no matter how many times you believe that something can happen that it just might not? That no one gives a damn at all? That all you do...
