Try to play along
But it’s exceedingly clear
You’re not happy to have me
And I’m not happy here.
Try to play along
But it’s exceedingly clear
You’re not happy to have me
And I’m not happy here.
I braid life
into my hair –
each length I add
[is] potential,
no telling how far
I’ll grow.
You make my head hurt –
every time you’re close
my mind travels
to lives of past vibrance
we once
created.
You’re different there;
So was I –
but our soul flames always knew
how to find their twins
in each other…
You don’t like eloquence
and poetry
or prose;
And I’m prone to
thinking of ways
to tell you I knew you once,
many times over.
It hurts my head,
but then maybe I don’t even have to
say anything.
Or just maybe, I think too much.
Why does left have to be alone,
and why should any direction
have to be conceptualized
to be accepted?
My heart writes in invisible ink;
You can’t see its lingo
with simply a naked eye,
but you can feel its songs
if you get close enough…
If you only touch,
you’ll find the drumbeats
your fingertips are always playing
and the rhythms
our souls dance to.
How can
the sky be the limit
When the galaxy
is limitless
And the universe
infinite?
I was once a totally different person
In an entirely different place
than this.
Once,
when I was…
Ignorant.
I never want to be kept
under wraps;
Sometimes they get dusty
and
I’m allergic.
I don’t remember my dreams
sometimes I wonder why.
Dare my subconscious hide from me?
But, no…
I’m comfortable with my own shadows, too.
the dreams I can’t recall
are the ones I miss missing.
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