I spoke softly
You slipped into the cracks of my voice
Between the words
Whispering into the coal mine
Whistling your music
Echoing my valley
Knowing if I follow the river
Each ripple will lead to my heart
Banging against the cage of my bones
The bass quaking and shattering every cell
Carrying Oxygen to my lips
Where I softly speak the words of your song
“You're Mine, You’re Mine
Thump Thump
You’re Mine”
*This isn’t part of the poem, but I needed to hit a 100 word count. So, feel free to like and share my work as long as you credit it to me. Tips are always appreciated but I would rather know people are enjoying my work.
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Genesis Gonzalez
I know a lot about a lot of things, but I'm never one to claim to be an expert. Aspiring writer currently a butcher.
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