My Captured Heart
50 words of you
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When you speak,
I breathe the vapoured hearts
that sweeten bitter air.
When you smile,
despair evaporates;
my lips begin to curl.
When you cry,
I yearn to catch your tears
and taste the salted cure.
When you leave
my heart is ruptured,
'til I see your face once more.
About the Creator
Simon Aylward
Undiscovered Irish Playwright and Poet - Seeker of eternal youth - Wannabe time traveller and believer in spiritual energies - Too many books to read, not enough time!
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