My Red Leather Notebook

DSC_0055if i had to say what my heart fears

my tears weary of falling

my heart sick of loving


the melody of my mornings

the pause and repeat of my noons

the worries of my nights

DSC_0058what if

you cried, lost, alone

you looked, saw no one

you lay, eyes closed, sleepless


DSC_0053the lilies

they bloomed that day and i laughed, bitter

i took thought, worried, and lost

the lilies, they toil not

but i am bereaved

while they are beautiful


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