My heart, it bleeds..
& with every shallow breath
if there was ever anything
to make me not believe in god
then this was it
.......it never registered I wasn't supposed to love him that much
E.motionless in marbled white
& hollow hung
the vision was once so perfect
now scrawled in an unbidden logic on the lips of an alchemist
No matter how many of your poems I read, every one is better than the last one. And they say you can't improve on perfection
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