River Worn Poetry from House of Heart House of Heart At the bed of a murky river I found you wet and worn, a rare gem beaten to the silt beneath the hooves of a wild horse. Like a secret, a sacred poem, I held you in my palm rubbed you smooth and honed, a refined diamond in my hand. At the bay of obsession you slipped from my grip lost forever to the inlets gaping mouth. How weak we were at the final kiss something we wanted to be strong for. View original postShare the Love:TumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInTwitterEmailWhatsAppFacebookPocketLike this:Like Loading...
