I catch myself thinking of you
When nights are long
I find myself dancing and humming
To an unheard song
I remember your smile
and the kindness in your eyes
How your compassion blooms
Endlessly as time
The stones of my soul rumble
When you make me laugh
My mountains slide and crumble
Over the well worn path
I find myself miraculously destroyed
then created anew
All because of the ridiculous joy
I have found in you
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It Could Have Been Gentle - poetry
PoesíaPoems about the bits of life that feel unnecessarily sharp. ~ Nails in palms and rock in throat and eyes latched in the ground, I open up in hopes of speech and find a choke of sound, Frantic thought of desperation fly beneath my hair, I don'...
