vi. BURDEN OF LOVE.
i untied a million and one knots with the thin thread that held our two hearts connected, but when i reached the end, you had a pair of scissors ready to snip it short.
053118: i was in an artsy mood
and this poem lacked something
other than words, so here's (not
my best but close enough) art.
YOU ARE READING
what tomorrow brings.
Poetryxvii, april. (iii). you have no voice if no one is listening. © playlist poetry h.r. : #3
