The Poet MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   In love.

A heart of ice.

Finds the heat of passion.

Burning,

melting.



From the body

his heart melts.

Descending drips drop

like a waterfall.



The paper catches the drops.

It absorbs every last tear.

The paper is drenched.

The poem is made.



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on Feb. 28 2014 at 1:49 am
HannaHarris GOLD, Houston, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
"I've got 40 ridiculous ideas every single second and I intend to express them all." -Ezra Miller

This poem really speaks deeply to me.


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