Isn't it funny how when our hearts are whole, we fail to find the words to convey such beauty? For now the darkness has seized, and if but momentarily, I will reside in the easiness of my heart, and I will float in the still waters.
I am broken, but aren't we all? Aren't we all a bit fractured by the storms that have encompassed our oceans?
Though my darling, I will not tell such tales, and spin such lies that say the waters will always be still...but I will tell you, that such moments do exist, where the tides find rest...and if you are lucky enough to be able to find the words that convey such beauty, by all means...express.
YOU ARE READING
Every Tear
PoesíaStaring at these blank pages my mind is empty, the words won't bleed from my fingertips, for they only know my eyes.
