A brief free-verse poetic moment, self-resonating, that I had to share.
You - Chloé Newby
I have a bleeding heart
My mind is wandering
Did I make that first incision
my consciousness is gone
Swimming in the thoughts in my head
My heart cries out for you
my body longs to held by yours
I can hear them in the background
Pan-flutes like this song I hear
Singing my song, calling for you
When does the recovery start?
When do you smile like you did
the day before
My heart weeps, praying
Indeliable my change has been
since my whole met yours
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