You Are Not One You Are A

I Do Not Know Who Lives Here In My Chest, Or Why The Smile Comes. I Am Not Myself, More The Bare Green Knob Of A Rose That Lost Every Leaf And Petal To The Morning Wind.

There Is A Place Where Words Are Born Of Silence.

Your Eyelashes Will Write On My Heart The Poem That Could Never Come From The Pen Of A Poet.

I Want To Say Words That Flame As I Say Them, But I Keep Quiet And Don't Try To Make Both Words Fit In One Mouthful.

Submit To Love Without Thinking