1:51 AM

by Poet on the Piano   Dec 28, 2014

The fear must rest, soon. It can't run me forever.
Soon, I will be on empty.

Let me discipline my tongue and instead,
give my heart permission to confide in fingers
and type away to a sleeping you.

Because I'm afraid I'm losing my voice
(losing my will to love)...


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