THIS WALL

 

 

THIS WALL

 

Words fill the crevices of my mind.

Emotions that are too hard to find.

 

Love poetry trembles from my lips.

Your passion I can bear in small sips.

 

Behind closed eyes, I can still see your face.

Hard features I cannot seem to erase.

 

Filled pages fall from my open fingers.

The unspoken love sonnet still lingers.

 

Maybe I should burn my wall of pages

To help clear my mind of these wild rages.

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