where the broken healers are
A poem on a weathering love
Less a bitten lip and sultry glance,
across a tenebrous bar,
than a bitten tongue, and second chance
when rash words would go too far:
There's the heart of true romance,
Where the broken healers are;
A weathering love's a deep, deep dance
to the song of the grace-kissed scar.
About the Creator
Gabriel Huizenga
Twas for love of words that I first joined this site:
Poetry, especially, and dear short stories too;
For to live one's best is to read, and to write!
So find me in words here, and I'll find you 💙
Thanks for stopping by! :)
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