I see your face in my dreams.
I am unafraid.
Because I see softened pain,
Love contained.
I would place my hand upon your face
And say that I love you.
It wouldn’t be a lie.
Only a wound.
Silently bleeding
But never dying.
Your eyes speak stories
To my soul.
I don’t respond,
Only listen.
About the Creator
Shannon E. Mack
Hello, friends and fellow writers! I am a 37-year-old writer diving in for the first time. Working on a literary fantasy romance novel and sharing poetry along the way.
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