I hold her heart in my hands,

These words painted on paper.

Insights to various lands –

The secret stories that shape her.


Each sincere, stronger than the last;

Tales of love, trapped in the past –

And those tear-stricken pages

Provide more wisdom than sages.

It is in these seconds

I know more than before,

It is in these seconds

I have opened the door.


In this soft silence I remain convinced,

I am in a place that many have missed.

Perusing through pages – her soul tangible;

Her heart complex, and her mind able.

Revisited this poem for a new prompt. Check it out.


Welcome to the empty recesses of my mind! I'm a recent college graduate realizing a Creative Writing degree was a bad idea. Give me a pity like. Or you could check out the about sections (on the front page and about this author page) on my blog to learn a little more about me. Whatever. https://thebohemianrockstarpresents.wordpress.com/

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