This is my poetry... raw, real sounds from my mind right onto paper. I don't promise entertainment all the way, I may often not make any sense but I hope someone enjoys it or can relate once in a while.
Monday, December 8, 2014
Whispers, Stutters
Is my love
determined by how my heart flutters?
Or is it the
way my mind stutters?
Or the
warmth in my tummy, much like melted butter?
Will it one
day cease to be this loud shout and fade to a useless mutter?
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