Getting there

Arms open my heart would quake for your warmth.
Hands would shake for I’ve lost a million beats.
You might hesitate to look in my damp eyes,
but I’ll be confident, ’cause I’ve learned to lie.
A heart is shaped by both love and thunder.
What’s wrong with me you might still wonder.
I may again be clueless what’s going on in your mind.
I’ll feel tempestuous for sure, but I’ll be kind.
That would make you think I’m sane by now.
Ten years should be enough to calm anyone down.
Scars you left weren’t just a momentary distress,
but if I happen to see you now I’ll embrace.
Photo by Suliman Sallehi on

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