Four
your eyes make fire freeze,
as it cannot dare
to dance as bright.
and your voice makes rapids still,
as they cannot bring my heart
to such a thrill.
and your heart makes drums rest,
as they cannot understand how
to beat so bold and beautiful.
but from you,
i will not fade.
and your scars,
i seek
to call my own.
Copyright © Kenzi Ennis | Year Posted 2018
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