Speak Prose

Speak in prose
Because my heart will never
walk again.
My mind will stay forever bent
And your words will echo endlessly.

Believe me when I say
That I have nothing left to see
Beneath the swollen tree I stand
Forever locked, perhaps,
In the world of sweet melody.

I yield for I know not myself
I crouch to touch the wrinkly stars
Forever locked I will stand free
Held tightly in your arms.

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