No Poem Goes Without Saying…


Flowers on a grave,
I site quietly,
hair of blackened suit
and a heart filled with ink.

My heart drew for me,
emotions left on crumbled paper.

Soon my thoughts leaked from me,
as if I were a ink will
tipped over on its side. 

Oh such devotion to my motion.
soon after I learned,
no poem goes without saying…

anything about emotions.

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