Jessel Jane Tevar

Rookie (December 6,1988 / Philippines)

*Cessation~


The beauty mirrored upon my hands
was bound to pen my wasted days;
these hands that envied Browning ’ s
“ How do I love thee.. let me count the ways”
could no more but write the pain upon them
placed.
Fingers heavy with tears drowned and died,
O the many days I threw away in waste!
If ‘ love begets love ’ be true, then truth be lie,
the many veils I covered upon my face!


..i must cease these hands to write for thee...
no more.

Submitted: Saturday, January 25, 2014
Edited: Saturday, January 25, 2014

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