I hold my love for you
like the frail egg of a blue jay,
and I beg my shaking fingers to hang on.
There is a thumping beat within
threatening to break free from
thin shell.
I gently cup this in my palm
and I dream of the day it can beat alongside your thundering heart,
a thought to
soothe
my
worries
and
feed
a
steady
slow
pulse.
Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 3:17 PM UTC
I hold my love for you
like the frail egg of a blue jay,
and I beg my shaking fingers to hang on.
There is a thumping beat within
threatening to break free from
thin shell.
I gently cup this in my palm
and I dream of the day it can beat alongside your thundering heart,
a thought to
soothe
my
worries
and
feed
a
steady
slow
pulse.
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