Truly, this: My thoughts
of you won’t leave the worn paths
carved within my heart
Our eyes, our mouths, locked
skin to skin, linger
I meant everything
my silent lips have said
and more. Yes, there is more.
Sometimes there is no clear path. There are many things I want to express, but at the same time I have to question myself: to what end?
Mincing words almost always leads me to haiku. This is a series of three haikus. Together they are but a scratch along the surface of everything I keep inside.
The last haiku is 5-7-5, but for aesthetic purposes I dropped the 7th syllable of the second line down to the last line. So, instead of a haiku, its a my-ku 😉