Clutter
After the storm,
no more shall ye calm
for into you heart
an unknowing bomb.
Lips that are pretty,
no longer they shine
from long stollen kisses
from nothing devine.
Thoust does distract,
an unaltered mind
when the clock ticks
and unknowst the time.
Envy thy not,
what thou doest not own
a memory unique
of love and thy home
Alter thy heart,
clutter thy tongue
close thyne eyes
for all things undone.
Jessica Thompson-5/19/14
Copyright © Jt Nyx | Year Posted 2014
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