Trying to touch this paper
as the rhythm of love
beats quicker than Phil’s drums
in the air tonight.
Does not take very long
until I am humming along
as words become flames
like those burning within.
On the dotted line some time ago
a vow was signed
’til death do us part
and now on paper not seen
remnants of a broken heart.
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