& yet -
senses collect in hope,
passion pouring onto pores weaved stable rope,
insight patterns along parietal lobe,
digging further for strength to cope;
just know -
I've felt lightening break eyes,
though...
be it, your face left with mine,
heart shall gladly go blind;
love reaches in to squeeze screaming drums,
none other soul shall reactivate lungs.
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Between an Antidote & a Dreary Phase
PoetryMy second Edition of a variety of Poetry feelings. For all the support and encouragements you all share with me - I do humbly appreciate all that you say and do. The feeling I get when another writer comments, or votes is imperial to how I interr...
