My hands on heart
Promises made
A prized restraint
Forgeit wishes, hopes paid
Your hands on heart
Eyes opened, bright
Careful lips curved
Whispers, a dream already in flight
My hands, your heart
Reluctant, a quiet fear
The shaky ghost of doubt
As your magic becomes clear
Your hands on my heart
Warm against the scars
Claim over untold secrets
Quiet panic black on scarlet stars
Sunday, March 11, 2012
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