passionfruit
little
bird
drowning
rainbow
lost
in you
clean
be
blue
blood
god
mangled
a wreath perhaps...
is
somebody keeping score?
fading
drunk
my
awakening
the
eye of the beholder
of
blood and water (song of the twice born)
...ion
go
go 2
go 3 |
i write
what my soul
dictates my heart
i write
what my heart
dictates my head
i write.
and what my head
dictates my fingers
that swell up
with the secrets they contain,
i write.
you will unwittingly
take those words
and twist them
with new meaning.
they exist
without approval,
unlined paper
bears their weight.
if they were only words
i could just as simply
feed them to the birds.
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