Impressed until compressed
Stow away my heart
compress my emotions into a mesh
Carefully break what’s not yours
replace with something new.
Impressed with all that you do
i gather my pieces, but i rather have
you show me how to
Steal a heart and leave a mark
on the inside of the soul where
it is still dark.
I feel compressed and compelled to write
the story of the night, with enchanting
melodies of thing, considered, right.
Tags: Poetry
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