Wednesday, 29 March 2017

STUCK ON YOU



The well of longing drips 
From eloquent eyes,
Unseen 
Behind masks
Locked in place
To hide the pain within
Scars from dusty memories 
Clattering away in the voids 
Broken chimes of wood 
Playing notes of empty joys 
I tried to tell the winds 
To stop by 
And bear away all the blues
But my thoughts,
Like sunflowers, follow 
The path that leads to you 

MS




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