A line exists between enchanting and haunting,
That can only be drawn by my feelings.
Throughout the nights unto the mornings,
I spill love for you with my wordings.
In hopes that some of them you might read,
My poetry lives, because my heart it bleeds.
And my heart it bleeds because of you,
Because of you my words have a muse.
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 3:55 AM UTC
A line exists between enchanting and haunting,
That can only be drawn by my feelings.
Throughout the nights unto the mornings,
I spill love for you with my wordings.
In hopes that some of them you might read,
My poetry lives, because my heart it bleeds.
And my heart it bleeds because of you,
Because of you my words have a muse.
D. J. Syngai©
