WordsSometimes/ the words I’d like to speak/ the words that leak from my brain/ don’t feel the same /when they reach my throat/ so they float/ remotely/ below a pulsating vein/ that insanely drums/ hums beneath warm skin that seeks fingers/ that linger and/ breath that will rest/ wearily near to me./ I let them ride/ hide behind words narrow/ and pointed like arrows/ which miss their mark/ strike not a heart but a nerve/ in one undeserving of sharpness./ I speak words instead/ that fall on deaf ears/ and the heart never hears/ words meant to be spoken/ broken whispers and sighs/ cleansed of all lies and dishonesty/ possessing only what lies in theWords
Of himIt’s unbelievable/ really inconceivable how I can feel so sublime/ and with one line, like turpentine/ it’s all up in flames./ And it’s not the names you call me./ Not the shame on your face./ I’ve braced for all that./ It’s that it’s chit chat./ Words dropped in passing/ with impressions so lasting/ I find myself fasting/ abstaining from joy/ afraid you’ll deploy/ another bomb that’ll leave me/ as somber and measly/ as the “casual” phrase that raised such hell/ within this shell of mine./ What you do is divine./ Some higher power makes your words tower/ more rancid and sour/ than all others I hear./ And it’s fear that keeps me from letting yOf him
To beginit's all a little strange/ and this is something of a change for me/ I'm not used to such a range of feelings/ and in all of my dealings with you/ it's all that I can do/ to try to determine what's truth/ and what may simply be youth/ but I have this need to trust/ so I think I can adjust to what you might be asking for/ and though that may be different at it's core/ than what it seems to be, to me/ I'm willing to see where this goes/ and I don't need to disclose this/ because it must already show/ in the way that I glow when you're around/ or how my skin reacts to the sound of your voice/ so I've found I have no other choice than to feel thiTo begin
Of the daythe midday sky/ a brilliant cobalt blue/ smiling down upon the shallows/ hasn’t a clue/ that the body/ buoyant/ floating beneath its gaze/ drifts into deep waters/ in a deeper haze/ the shore is behind/ the horizon ahead/ and the sweetly setting sun/ leaves only cold dread/ for the body/ buoyant/ gliding towards the unknown/ feels only the darkness/ feels only alone/ when the waters grow calm/ the still night sets in/ and left to grave thoughts/ the questions begin/ this body/ buoyant/ idle in the night/ regains ambition/ looks towards new light/ questions gain answers/ decisions are made/ in the early dawn hours/ I begin to wade/ and my bodyOf the day
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