23 October 2010

one hundred-eighty five.

illiteracy, towards the heart.

if my heart
were an open
notebook and
it were placed
before your
cloudy eyes,
you'd quickly
become illiterate
to the language
that the words
are written in it.

words of peace.
words of joy.
words of forgiveness.
words of growth.
words of strength.
words that never
left your behavior
to greet others.

you'd quickly
become illiterate
to the language
that the words
are written in
my hearts
open
notebook.