Laces


When I hear your voice,
my heart rips open like laces,
unties my concern,
and simply releases-
bits and pieces.

There is no explaining
the cords that tighten.
Pulling forth my soul
until I am a corset.
Gasping, I am reminded
that I breathe.

My eye may never find you
Your heart not mine to own.
But in this pause,
I break the laws,
And your voice will be my home.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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