This door was never locked like your heart
Just closed
Nights end unlike
thoughts of hope
Candle lightTiny clovers spread out of
the cracks
Of a brick wallCuts and bruises
Fairy lit nightsStrings of guitars play with
hearts and sound wavesFractured bones
Split minds
And then you take my hand
And the wounds
Sew themselves shut -16/10/18
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Broken Roses
PoésieA collection of cerebral poetry dwelling on the highs and lows of the richness of life...