I write you poetry
That I may never show you
Words unfinished, unyielding
On ripped notebook pages
And scrap pieces of paper
Lines of life drawn
In connecting arrows
Between us
Hushed by evening and
A touch
to remember the unknown
Like a breath into hollow empty lungs
Shards of a glass heart gathered
With each beat
A thought held in fear
threatens collapse in its wake
Still you are here
I write
And I may never show you
Thoughts barely spoken
Much less dared to be thought
But somehow reaching out to you
Like a thousand tiny wings
In that delicate wind, I find myself again
~ lei fraser 2012
beautiful lei
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beautiful lei
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thanks Jen 🙂
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thanks Jen 🙂
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I really like this poem. It says what I feel. So, despite the poem, share others when you’ve a mind to. Caroline
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yes, that’s so true. the character in the poem is filled with a mix of nervous worry and elation… hopefully something people can relate to!
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I really like this poem. It says what I feel. So, despite the poem, share others when you’ve a mind to. Caroline
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yes, that’s so true. the character in the poem is filled with a mix of nervous worry and elation… hopefully something people can relate to!
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