brokenA Poem by Jen
i touch my lips in remembrance,
of a movie written by a lovers tongue. crafted by the heartache of a broken pianist. my hips sprout limbs that dance in time drunk with bitterness and fatigue. you spoke to me in a mumbled fashion silent calls and deathly stares you created an abyss in my heart, painted by the waves of your love. © 2013 Jen |
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Added on December 17, 2013 Last Updated on December 17, 2013 Author |