UNTITLED

I just ran across a poem that I wanted to share with all of you it is untitled but it is amazing.

 HOW CAN YOU SAY YOU KNOW ME,

WHEN YOU’VE ONLY SEE MY SKIN,

AND NOT THE UNTAMEd WORLD I HIDE,

THAT’S STILL GROWING DEEP WITHIN,

YOU HAVEN’T HEARD MY RIBS CREAK,

BEHIND EACH PLAITED VINE,

OR SWUM BENEATH THE WATERFALL,

THAT CASCADES DOWN MY SPINE,

YOU’VE NOT BEEN HERE FOR LONG ENOUGH,

TO WATCH A NEW LIFE START,

OR FIND THE RUN-DOWN CASTLE,

LYING JUST INSIDE MY HEART,

YOU HAVEN’T CLIMBED THE BRANCHES,

THAT ARE WRAPPED AROUND EACH LUNG,

SWAYING WITH THE BREEZES,

THAT COME DANCING PAST MY TONGUE,

DON’T MARK ME WITH YOUR FOOTPRINTS,

IF YOU PLAN TO LEAVE TOO SOON,

AND ONLY WANT TO KNOW ME,

WHEN MY PLANTS ARE IN FULL BLOOM,

BECAUSE THE BIRDSONG MIGHT BE PRETTY,

BUT IT’S NOT FOR YOU THEY SING,

AND IF YOU THINK MY WINTER IS TOO COLD,

YOU DON’T DESERVE MY SPRING.

~e.h.

 

 

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