blank

blank

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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  1. May 14, 2019 at 1:10 pm

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burn baby burn

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