The Poet strips bare
the wounded Soul,
that it may bleed
upon the page
for all to see.
The Lover sees
the futility of
staunching
the flow,
for the Poet
would have
nothing
left to
give.
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 6:56 PM UTC
The Poet strips bare
the wounded Soul,
that it may bleed
upon the page
for all to see.
The Lover sees
the futility of
staunching
the flow,
for the Poet
would have
nothing
left to
give.
