Feel my words
An empathetic scream, I would run David--
hopelessness, hopeless, hope
the fate, a dream, my wonder
Touch me, feel me; look at my beautiful skin.
I put together the pieces
to find a long and winding, the tortuous feeling of self doubt.
frigid blue; impulsive dull sky
brightened my day; light my night
hold me to my friend, this shame
the warm feeling of misery.
I can not read this name
know my love that I write
letters and sound, smeared on to a page.
I wait and wait; waiting to wait
I am just a sorry impetuous stranger
with messy hair, and I am creating, saving.
my feeling of self might
tell me what your lies keep
your extraordinary stare
you are speaking with my soft yellow tongue
let’s formulate a right
let us make amends
I’m not like them, and
I am becoming like you,
there is nothing left to write.
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