This poem is about how hard it is for a woman to be the keeper of many hearts. Every lover you've ever had, leaves a piece of them with you. Sometimes memories can be curse and we grow bitter with time. This is about that bitterness period.

Her private thoughts;

Skeptic and hectic

Her hand full of hearts;

Blazing and phasing

Leaves a trail for the birds to follow

Each piece sunk into a water too shallow


Savor this taste;

The saltiness of the sea

The sweetness of silent plea

And the hopelessness of you without me


How does it taste...?

Submitted: January 18, 2012

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