Your down-turned lips.
Your empty heart, your empty mind.
Your leaf-stem fingers.
Your icy thoughts, your icy eyes.
Your dusk-slain face.
Your sullen chin, your sullen sigh.
Your rose-blood shadow.
Your later speech, your later time.
Your peace-dart mouth.
Your reckless fear, your reckless find.
Your sky-whisp shoulder.
Your prideful nose, your prideful lie.
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Someone Like Me {Poetry}
PoesieWith power there come words. And with words there comes music. And with music there comes joy. And that's why I write poetry.
