Madeline Upchurch, Hushed Confessions

Confined! Thy thoughts, Shackled in perpetuity.

A mangled mess Till bathed ethereally, The light of you - Words be never enough.

Enounce thy love proudly - A bouquet pinned upon your breast For all those who wish to seek it. There I rest, weary mind aside.

For the steady beat of the trust heart, Bid me well, Forevermore.