And Oh, My Thieving Heart

A captive of my roving mind
I’m travelling blind, as you well may see
Control – Delivery – Meter
Release – Repair – Defense
My god, growing older by the minute
even as we speak
whispering sweet nothings before we sleep

Remnants of yesterday
like threading thru the eye of a needle
posing questions with no reasons found
and round ‘n round we go
composing further questions
before the mirror-image of my soul
stripped of my identity
No matter what I say
it’s just letters on a page
across the universe
from Me to You


Author: Emma Beane

"My history is still one of those mysteries I struggle with every day..." - [ebeane] ... All original works Copyright Emma Beane

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