I see poetry in your eyes,
your heart spilling out when the tears fall down your face,
and I want to entrust you with my soul.
You've been a prisoner of injustice,
treading through the world with chains desperately clinging to your ankles,
your legs filled with a surge of ambition to break free.
I hear music when you yell out in anger.
I want to yank your sadness away with my fingers,
let your pain melt in the palm of my hands.
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The Indignant Poetess (
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- Category: Love
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Comments2
A comforting and reassuring poem, one of kindness and generosity nicely worded
Thanks for sharing this nice work. Great lines. Enjoyed the flow. Keep writing.
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