Defined by our own heart
where I have written I have spoken.
a heart beat walking away from me
I define that as poetry in motion
the heart is carnal but is reprinted of my soul.
there’s nothing written in literature I haven’t seen
there’s nothing unspoken I haven’t thought of.
where’s my evidence that I onced loved.
where’s the truth that someone loved me.
Beauty isn’t measured but in my eyes
but you are defining beauty 🌹
if I am a marked man
then I hope it is love that finds me here.
I have touched but has never been touched.

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