give her a paper
and she'll write you metaphors.
give her your heart, and
she'll show you
how each beat of it
shouts her name.
and how heavy and empty
it would feel,
once you give it to someone else.
YOU ARE READING
Sounds Of My Silent Cries
Poetrywasting my ink and all those crumpled papers for you
A Paper and Your Heart
give her a paper
and she'll write you metaphors.
give her your heart, and
she'll show you
how each beat of it
shouts her name.
and how heavy and empty
it would feel,
once you give it to someone else.
