How my throat strangles these words away.
Though my beating heart is ever so deceitful.
Stubborn little thing - always been -
She is such a child. Constantly scolded by my Mind. Chastised with reason.
Constantly reaching for fire - all to be warmed with the gestures spewing from the back of my head.
Soft gazes and delicate touches
Whispered secrets and wantonous laughters.
With every beating second, a confession drummed --
"I love you. I love you. I love you."
--- Ink and Wander
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Stoicism - 10th poetry collection
PoetryMy head is a loud galaxy full of pictorial words. This is my 10th poetry collection Poetry collections (written in this order) : 1) Poetry 2) Cathartic 3) Masquerade 4) Compass 5) Reverie 6) Stars Above Me 7) Melodies 8) Caterpillar 9) Musings And...
