Untitled Song

A Poem by Kyle Francisco

Painful choice
I held no voice
but faint whisper in ear
you are what I hold dear
I slept endlessly
contemplating line
torn inside
tread softly
like new ground
my love unbound
flow from soul
this is my goal
burn to my core
it means much more
written agony
unhinged promiscuity
damn, it's what you do to me...