When the heart strings
Become too stressed and stretched
for their own good
When the mind's eye
Becomes cloudy with the haze
of frenetic energy
I need only one thing
to fine-tune the heart
and clear the mind
It's a promise from you
That you'll always be
ready
to drop the world
and come for a walk with me
8/28/14
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Typed Word Series
PoetryWords connect all of us. Through laughter, memories, or ridiculous melancholy, we are what we say and what we write. TWS differs from WWS in form only. These are poems longer than 7 lines, allowing a little more freedom in exploring themes and more...
