Asked Your Submission | Poem

Amid the flashings of your heart,

I’m making a story unspoken torments,

Beneath the smiles and the sighs,

You read it everyday in silence,

Which we keep of hurting each other.

Little you feel, Liebe,

I’ve already asked your submissions,

Amid the fears and the rising,

We’re writing another grave to cry.

Where you seek something,

That’s where we’ve left us,

That night.



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