Thursday, March 31, 2016

The last poem I need ever write

Convey to me a way to say
that everything we did today
will last forever
in at least
the littlest way.
And all the lips
of lovers lost
linger still
in the shades of sky.
And all the world
is the greatest art
And each of us
play an essential part.
And each of our hearts
are weighed down
by the words that we
never spoke,
so speak.

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