"I made a little hole under my heart,
that my emotions would escape,
down my arm, to the tip of my pen.
As it took a walk down the paper,
it left behind footsteps.
Footsteps that would try to serve justice,
to what my speech-denied, mute heart,
has always struggled to convey.
Cherry lips, angel eyes. A soul wrapping skin.
Soothing voice, with the sweetness of a lifetime.
You love, can make hell freeze in a heartbeat.
All day, I paint your images with brushes,
brushes of love-filled complements.
It's an offspring of the dear missing of you.
If I had you in my arms tonight,
I would rub my nose against yours, and kiss you!"
"If I Had You Tonight"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha
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