From her heart,
she writes verses
only for him.
Yet he chooses
not to feel.
So she tears up
her poetry
and watches as it
scatters in the wind.
Her words travel over
land.
Her words travel over the sea.
A thousand years from now
they will wash up
on a sandy beach.
He will never know
how much she cared
because he never let
her lines speak.
To his heart
or any part of his mind.
Her book of words
written only for him
but he was blind.
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