*Here are some songs
that my heart sang.*
Broken, battered, but beautiful, I hope you get to see this book as I do. For it whispers secrets that were never said, and carries a bittersweet taste.
And a promise, of everlasting hope.
Lets trace these p...
P.S When I wrote this, I fell in love with poetry, All over again.
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Not understanding what to do. Hearing a foriegn language in my head. Perhaps, Desire has learned to speak, And I'm too lost, my mind too blank, To make out the words, at first.
Then the words hit home, A strong flow. Wild, and strong, soaking me wet. Dreams untouched, images flashing, In my mind. Unspoken words heard, A voice, whispering in my ears, Delicious, Tempting.
Every cell in my body awakened, Each thought in my head sharp, focused. As if triggered to be alert, by the deep voice, heard.
Concious, of every movement, Of each intake of breath that I take. Of the pinch of annoyance, coating my heart, each tightening muscle, Each heart-beat of my heart, even of the blood traveling through my veins, hot.
The language this feeling insidr speaks, May appear, a confusing miracle, inside my head.
But my heart listens, Sweetly patient, with a steady heart-beat, Almost smiling, Feeling the flutter, Of a memory being made.
And cells die, Remembering thid touch. Touched to their core, Leaving a last sigh, As they get destroyed.
And new cells, Take their place, Untouched, And they, They want even more.
The voice that I hear, never quite stops whispering, and my heart still listens, And my cells, they sigh.
