Your words were quiet and slow,
each chosen with tender care,
each measured and thought out.
The soft tone may have lulled me into sleep,
had I not been captivated by their meaning.
You speak verse
encompassing torment and all things good in the world.
You speak as though you're afraid to pierce the silence
and I remain silent because I'm afraid to break the velvety pulse of your poetry.
YOU ARE READING
Pondering
PuisiI write because emotion spills out of me. This is a collection of my poems and other writing. "My words are tiny pieces of me, each one specially woven just for you. And I will give, and give, and give, and give, until I am nothing and I become your...
