Why Indeterminate?A Poem by Kendra Wilson
Heed my words, hear
Even in the midst of your disregard To my heart, I still hold you dear And though my words mean nothing to you They still sting in my dry eyes For you know not, care not? I haven't the slightest idea But my reach is just to short For my perspective feels As though it hurts me more Than you ignoring me ever will The wrenching, aching feelings Of every time I see you With my gaze perhaps too strained Lord, my stomach pains I am alive, but alas, not living Because my grasp hasn't the strength To keep you from running away Lips of the most simple complexity Eyes of the most shallow depths Within reach, but no! No, the ache is that I could, but can't © 2015 Kendra WilsonReviews
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2 Reviews Added on March 20, 2015 Last Updated on March 20, 2015 AuthorKendra WilsonRedmond, ORAboutI'm absolutely in love with music and poetry and I can't see how they could lack to be a large part of one's life. more..Writing
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