Heartstring
(for Pemi)
You are the woman
You are my other half
and I find it hard to desert
You are the thoughts in my head
You are the grip on my hand
that wills me to a fixation
and I find it hard resisting
You are the reason my heart beats
and the reason I feel this nameless pain wrap around me
And still, you are the rare elixir--the balm to heal my wounded soul
Copyright © Patrick Utitufon | Year Posted 2017
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