Why do you keep walking
through
my memories,
like one who has earned the right
to be there;
within me.
You are an
uninvited
exquisite
tenderness.
Can’t you hear my heart
whispering,
‘Go away.‘
author | poet | thread artist
I am a storyteller and a poet.
I use words and thread, pencil and needle, paper and fabric.
my work is an ongoing conversation with myself.
Why do you keep walking
through
my memories,
like one who has earned the right
to be there;
within me.
You are an
uninvited
exquisite
tenderness.
Can’t you hear my heart
whispering,
‘Go away.‘
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