I curse my heart for being so soft,
I curse it, for it is much too forgiving.
I curse my lips because they quiver
with quakes of emotion
that cause speech to stay stuck in my throat.
I curse my fingers because they shake
and no matter how hard I squeeze them
they are unable to stay still.
I curse myself, because I'm weak –
I cannot control my feelings
I allow them to hold me by my throat and drown me.
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Starry night skies (completed)
PoetryUnder the canopy of a thousand stars, she found that her hands sang the words of her tender heart, the notes captured perfectly in pages that were stained a deep brown. cocooned in the embrace of a hundred constellations, ...
