Without You

Without you
I am an incomplete poem
left on fate’s desk, untouched.
Take your pen
and ink the painful verse of my heart,
ink the broken verse of my soul,
ink fragmented sentences to capture
the shattered lines of my mind.
Go ahead write me,
you are the poet.
I am the mouth,
you are the voice.

Do not let me be silent.
Do not let me be silent.

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