to all the words I’ve left unspoken,
to all I’ve left unuttered,
you have been heard by a girl,
one I call my significant other
her willow colored eyes
stare into mine
words perish on my tongue,
yet still do reach her ears
she knows how to handle my reeling mind,
and interpret my scattered thoughts
she knows my enormous, delicate heart,
chipping away at all the stone
she knows my fractured, bleeding soul,
after all, it’s not much unlike her own
to all the words I’ve left unspoken,
to all I’ve left unuttered,
your syllables have been heard
by the psyche of another
About the Creator
An Diệu
come sit,
my dear
hearken to
my memories,
immortalized
in ink
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Comments (3)
This piece was brilliant. Loved it!
Wow
Nooooo why is it not formatted the way I want it :(