My Words Came Out Unremarkable

Fri, 02/22/2019 - 02:15 -- M.S.C.

I crave a man I’ve never met

with soulful eyes, I may never forget the ache

in my heart’s full of regret that my words come out

unremarkable. 

 

And yet when I think of souls

fit together as one,

I’m reminded woefully that though I may run

until legs give up

and arms grow weak,

you will find me anyway.

 

Eyes as green as a prophecy 

from a young poetess who wrote 

of the sea and rivers, 

stagnant waters

that matched your eyes 

and stole my heart

before I even knew it was beating for you.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
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