Throes

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someone please tell him I love him.
no matter how hard I try,the words won’t come out easy.
they come out with the blue moon in halting morse code,
jumbled and bruised by the beating of my willful heart.

please tell him how I feel…
tell him if hell breaks loose or heaven opens its doors,we’d stick together.
our time means all.
whether we fight demons or raise our angels with passion.

I’d rather he knew how I feel than give up.
so I still hang in there,right where his first promises lifted high me on paper wings.
The view is alright from here but its a blessing and a burden.
For each day there no escaping that he’s absent from anywhere but my aching heart.

21/05/2016
©Charis 2016
Image: courtesy of Google

(c)Charis

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