Poems from namourjohnson
I try to connect my thoughts, like constellations in the sky, but most of the time I end up more lost in the night sky.
My tongue is tied,
My heart flutters,
Every time your name is muttered.
My frozen heart
Begins to thaw
If I think of you at all.
Love...
Corrosive stares deteriorate
the fragile filter my fears create.
This pseudo sense of normality,
is a dam for my creative profligacy.
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