As much as I wanted
to steal your heart away,
and tuck it tightly in my chest pocket,
so I could place it near my own,
the only thing I can ever steal
from you
are glances.
YOU ARE READING
Dark and Beautiful
PoetrySometimes my thoughts and hand bleed so much poetry I can barely stop them from leaking onto the paper. But sometimes, too, my heart bleeds too much blood that I couldn't write poetry anymore.
