Dissertations of the heart

Sunday, September 30, 2012

Poetry my music


Play my heart strings.
Strum the words
from my soul.
Cry with me.
Make me brave.
Dance with me
along the shore.
Your music is such comfort
as another's arms would be.
No other knows what I know,
save for thee.
Posted by Hangoba at 2:22 PM
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