I love you. But those words sound incomplete
And guilty by association. Why
Does language tie my hands and bind my feet?
I cannot move. But how can I deny
The way I feel? As well say day is night
As profer moderation when the truth
Has burst its banks. My world is black and white
And hot with the intensity of youth.
My thermostat is wrecked. I like and so
I love. My heart won't take the bit between
Its teeth, shakes off the reins. I do not know
How feelings can be fettered. I have seen
The damage that I do, and I am scared.
Leave love locked up. It harms when it is shared.
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