You Write As If
You write as if you're bleeding
Bleeding on the inside where hurt hides
Though the hiding further amplifies it's voice
There in your eyes, those wounded eyes
That used to see me as the sun
On a dark and cloudy day.
The days when you wrote poetry
Like a fountain flowing love
You poured out every thought and dream,
Desires so raw and pure they felt like sacred
And handed them to me to bring to pass.
You didn't have to touch me but I felt touched
You didn't have to bless me, still I felt blessed
As in your arms a dance could last an eon
And your sweet kiss could make me levitate.
Where went those days, my love, when we could fly
On wings of bliss like honey-making bees?
The nectar of our mouths intoxicating
When nights flew by without the need for sleep?
Look at you sitting there now, lost in memory
The paper stained with ink beneath your hand
You write as though you're bleeding
As the words pour from your soul
And it's then I see, unseen, over your shoulder
That every drop of blood spells out my name.
©By Voo Shining Stone
Nov 14, 2023
7 p.m.
First new write in a long, long time🌻🌺🥀
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