Thursday, March 27, 2025

Swanned

I write poetry in your eyes, my eyes are blurred,
Perhaps I’m saying amen to an impossible prayer.
I hide myself in a deep, secret place,
Afraid to lose you, I dare not bring you out.
Feelings I try to keep alive, yet struggle to kill.
Swanned.
Now, I endure for the only thing left inside me:
The thrill of reaching the sea.

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Swanned I write poetry in your eyes, my eyes are blurred, Perhaps I’m saying amen to an impossible prayer. I hide myself in a deep, secret p...