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its only words

on paper.

or pixels on a page

of light.

theres no weight

that it carries with it.

its a ghost of an idea

a gambit at best

dont tie me to anything

written here

no whys or wherefors

just my time

tumbling with metaphors

in my mind.

it could be truth,

it could be jest.

what ever the case

milking rhyme out of a stars reason

is what I do best.

the clouds play a game

the wind whispers your name

and all I have is laid bare

for you to examine wholly,

even with care.

if I fumble its because it's allowed.

if I seem arrogant it's because I should.

If I seem humble its because I could.

if I seem flexible it's because I am.

 ... ... ...

don't think you could ever know me like the stars

don't think you know my number or typography of love

there is a world beyond compare you cannot put asunder me

all the love in the universe lives there

yours too.

so you see,

let it live in my soul

let it seep out of my aching bosom

give it free will

and do not restrain it

for when you partake of it

you have touched souls with me

and thus forever

I will remember you.