I am not one for
casual exploration
I take every place I ever enter
and weave them into these dreams
spit out their names when I have nothing else to say
It is time for me to show you
the beauty in the bliss
and the broken in the rhyme
I am not one for
taste tests
I swallow everything whole
until I am made of the world
all the sweaty nervous handholds
all the toothpaste on every counter
I write you all down in song lyrics
I am not one
to witness passion and hold back
I am building you out of dandelions and
the further we go the closer we get to finding ourselves
What Happened?
A perfectly created piece of literary art. So darng, "...until I am made of the world" almost evinced tears - a rare rare thing. This write is why I create poems. Bravo AND well said! off ti find myself.
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