if only you knew

I carry
such secrets
like I carry
my sky,
so full of
falling stars,

I am naive
I know
I call you
my own,
and like the
sliver moon
you slip
and fall out
of my mouth,

I cannot hold
you in thought
I cannot
contain you
without giving in,

to moods
that melt me
into quiet nights,

I am restless
under closed

gently rushing
down terrible heights
and into a blanket of snow
you make
me fall…

my love

I break over
of you wrapping
me softly like
petals over
quivering flowers.

© SoulReserve 2018

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