Rescue Poem by Milton Wayne

Rescue



These marks on my heart are too bruise so I have no patience for someone to laugh at them.
My tears are ripping through the layers of my soul so the walls are not clean for you to touch them.
Reaching out my hands, wishing love would share it's breathe on them.
Drowning but only her voice can rescue me. By: M.W. Styner, Jr.

Saturday, November 3, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: healing,love,soul mate
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