a scrap of our poetry is hanging
on the line that we've drawn
scraps of our poetry, playing in
the space between
scraps of our poetry
little by little dissolve to void
scraps of our poetry
hurt and heal my heart.
scraps of us, I throw and keep
to and fro
till its wholeness is here
you, with me.
Sep 18, 2019
Sep 18, 2019 at 6:57 AM UTC
a scrap of our poetry is hanging
on the line that we've drawn
scraps of our poetry, playing in
the space between
scraps of our poetry
little by little dissolve to void
scraps of our poetry
hurt and heal my heart.
scraps of us, I throw and keep
to and fro
till its wholeness is here
you, with me.
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