Love Leaks
From Heart's highest peaks...
Not knowing their true intensity,
I find there are times
I wish to cry
into your eyes.
Never feeling
the weight of their gaze;
skin ghostly
and depraved.
Starving for acceptance
and the look
of prideful praise.
Emotions grown
have missed harvest,
love evades
to spaces farthest;
becoming lost
to places hardest.
In bright spirits
I’ll remain,
for it’s here
that I’m most sane;
invisible,
invulnerable
to love’s leaking pain...
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