Unwritten Story

 A pen stroke on wrinkled paper
with endless lines, created by a
love story that never was,
like new leaves in a winter cold.

manufactured by time in a future
drawn up on the sand like quiet feelings
and broken tears displayed in a love song.

Trapped in a empty space with
her heart beating, drum like,
calling out the uncertainty within
to create a page of the next chapter of a
love we have yet to explore.

I see the glow of her beauty
in the darkness, guiding me through the
doors of her insecurities,
as the windows of her soul display the
truth of her unhealed heart, folded like an
origami waiting to be unscramble by the kiss
of her true.


Jose Domingos