September 26, 2009 12:18 PM EDT
(Updated: September 26, 2009 12:23 PM EDT)
My heart is too open.
The wounds call to you,
begging to be healed.
You come to me,
and in my vulnerability
I succumb
to all that you offer.
Your honey words
sweeten the touch,
and though vinegar
may sour every sweet syallable,
for this moment,
I feel alive.
Tomorrow is another day.
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Comments: 23
I love that line!! Encore, encore!!
You amaze me, whatever you write, however you write it, is just Great!
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Marilyn
Te he.
Sorry, couldn't help it!!
Thanks for the lovely poem.
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
to tell you in short