Faceless
Walking into love with someone
whom you know and stranger at once
is like wanting to be told:
"How do you want me to say
I love you;
But I lied?"
My heart is never uncertain.
Yet again, the lost and the wild.
🔥
HeraoftheUniverse
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When She Speaks
PoetryHer gift is being a reverberating stereo even when in silence. So much more When She Speaks. "I can only remember it when I have felt it. And only does it remain, if I have written it in the pages of my thinking. I mark my memories in pages of my po...
