My hand feels it should quiver
like my lips before a first kiss
as Poetry screams at me
to speak her Truth.
I should stop my life
and succumb to Her,
with her eyes that see
the world through the heart
and a mouth that lets
the pen do all the talking.
like my lips before a first kiss
as Poetry screams at me
to speak her Truth.
I should stop my life
and succumb to Her,
with her eyes that see
the world through the heart
and a mouth that lets
the pen do all the talking.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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