i long to speak.

I do long to speak to you,
very much indeed;
for all the words I wish to say
sit on my chest like heavy stones,
and make it quite heavy and sore.
I will lay bare my heart in front of you;
and I will bear you thinking me insane.
Who in passion has ever stayed sane?

Published by Eliza

Writing helps me find myself.

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