Healing
I let my trailing fingers
write
poetry on your skin
Our brokenness
made so beautiful
by words that seep within
Our fallen petals,
let's gather them
and build a fragrant flower
Sometimes, the missing pieces
are found
only in each other's heart.
© Manic Sylph 2016
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