You are the scent
that I've been keeping
to every poem I've written,
you are the pillar that keeps
these hands writing—
and you are mine to keep
in the abyss of my silence.
YOU ARE READING
Blued Lines
PoetryTo those whose heart has been ripped apart, you're not alone in the boat. If you think that poets write wonderful lines and echoing endings, then you got it wrong because we also get broken and as you read each poem, the sadder and painful it become...
