Poems on the floor

I’ve printed all my words
Thoughts from before
All my words somewhat forgotten long time ago
She’s reminding me about the stars and the sparks
To look inside my mind, my fragile hands
She’s helping me to resume from where I left behind
On hold, all the words clogging my blood

I’ve printed all free verses from before
All papers covering her bedroom floor
All words in white background all over the ground

A bunch of sparks and dreams in my heart’s pocket
I used to feel like her, in spite of my fragile nature
She’s reminding me what kisses are for
all kisses unclogging my blood

Five hundred and seventeen sheets of white paper
All the poems carelessly disarreyed
Yesterday I’ve left her all my words on the floor

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