Poetry | Musings
The Heart of A Poet
I write because my tongue trips over my words If only I could find them I’d save the sweetest for you
Your eyes and smile make me go weak yet there’s a poem on the tip of my tongue waiting for you to translate
When you possess the heart of a poet in your hands you possess the universe Yet still, you live in your world as I sit close-
but not too close
I know that you may very well crush me in the end however, I bleed colors you cannot see The scars I bear are not just from the hands of others some were caused because I loved too deeply
even so, how do I convince my heart to not beat?
I wrote this poem as a sincere expression of the complex emotions that often swirl within me. The words spilled onto the paper reflect my struggle to communicate my feelings. In my heart, there’s a desire to convey the depth of my affection, a longing to find the perfect words reserved for you. The poem captures the essence of an unspoken language, a poetic expression I hope you can decipher and understand with your unique perspective. However, there’s a poignant acknowledgment of the separation between our worlds. It’s a raw admission of the vulnerability that comes with opening one’s heart so completely. This poem serves as a heartfelt exploration of love, vulnerability, and the intricate dance between desire and self-preservation.
A writer of Native American and Hispanic descent.
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