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What Love Does
I need words to catch this fire,
this burning that eats me alive
like a wolf in my chest,
this storm that turns
my bones to water.
But words give me only
small, broken things:
love, need, want
each one is a tiny box
trying to hold the sea.
Still, I shout,
because this love is a wild horse
kicking to get out,
the sun breaking open inside me,
and words are all I have
to rope this thing
that runs between
my beating heart
and everyone who needs
to know what it means
to burn this bright.
Copyright ©
Dr. Padmashree R P
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