I never wrote about you
Because paper could not hold the weight you bring into this heart
Because ink could not swim through the pages like I swim in the depths of your eyes
Because no word could describe what I hear when your melodies brush into my dying ears
Because no sonnet could become more eternal than your scent carved in every wall around me
I couldn't write about you
Because my fingers froze at the touch of your shoulder when you turned around to find me
Because my lips were prisoners of doubt about the wonders they could speak but the dangers they inflict
Because there is nothing a poet could write to make feel the way you make the world feels
But I can write about you
A million lines
A thousand words
A hundred songs
A dozen rhymes
A single prose
That rhymes with not a question
But a request
That if I turn you into art
Please have mercy on my heart
About the Creator
Pakk Camacho
Writer
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