unravelling

unravelling;

melting glass

in my hand.

thoughts

brought me

back to here.

i stood

in where i thought it all ends;

only to find myself back at the beginning.

i was and still am captivated by you.

finding my mind still is unravelling;

thoughts of you act like melting glass,

dripping into my heart.

thoughts speak in a silent tongue.

c. 2016 bgw

About bradford graham west

enjoy poetry about life, emotion and everything in between. it's real and true. - please read and enjoy! - bgw
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