eros the bittersweet

spellbound | poem nine
posted by imani , Thursday, February 12, 2009 at 2:19 PM, in Labels:

filling spaces
passing time
my lips are void
of words to offer
my aimless heart
struggles to breathe
a passionless night
shackles the wind
and maims the clouds
until i am left with
nothing
until i am nothing

and you appear.

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anais nin

and the day came when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

t.s. eliot

i should have been a pair of ragged claws.

frida kahlo

i hope the exit is joyful and i hope never to return.