

Secrets in Tissue PaperA half-folded piece Of crumpled tissue paper Holds my broken heart.Secrets in Tissue Paper
I should never have Refused that one chance to love It won’t come again.
But I still have this. And it shall be kept always Till I tire of it.
But I may never
Mature away from heart-ache – Instead I mourn too much.
Messages in red Crayoned for my eyes only – They say I love you.
They say I want you! And I said “Not ready yet” – My own dumb mistake.
And now I hold this Crumpled piece of torn tissue – I should have sa


A poem I wish I had written(2)I don’t know how to speak i’ve forgotten (and that’s backwards, isn’t it? And byA poem I wish I had written(2)
backwards i mean not right) there is a correct way to move lips and tongue and teeth and
make words that mean yes and thank you and i love you too (by correct i mean accepted. and this sounds juvenile. start over.)
I am full of you. this air is full of you and my thoughts
are filled with callused hands and the color of your eyes when you cry and
the smell of your skin is stuck on my fingertips.
(this has all been said before.) when i kiss your cheek i wonde
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'Drawing is the honesty of the art. There is no possibility of cheating. It is either good or bad.'
Salvador Dali
(In other words, I forgot how to make a link to my work
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