A soft yellow piece, I fill with
chosen red words of desire
they wait to make their journey
committed to convey a thousand longings
immemorial and never ending
remember, if you're not there,
with the doors of your heart flung open
remember, if my words don't feel welcome,
they shall not return;
for it is not in their nature to.
and the part of me I gave away
wrapped in those words
that part,
I won't ever get back
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