The Power of Words
Forever her words linger...
To forget or not forget
Neither is my question...
He painted my skin with graceful bars
smudged in awestruck pen & falling hand...
I was writing like someone talking on fox
Moderators put me in a penalty box...
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i don't think the soul lives in our eyes...
I rise,
'til stilts beneath my feet...
Love
my new...
My heart
not so stupid anymore...
For the final time I will steal
one last sip of your bitter cup...
I may wear a yellow dress
to laugh at the mad waves...
Carefree life they lead with a smile
Hiding mischievous thought in their eyes...
Come again, be a sight I desire wrapped in
a further unforeseen summer...