(Still thinking**)

If you would claim me,

And call me yours:

Voices would hush,

Demons would snore.


I would trust implicitly

I will always be your one

Dismissing the odds,

Dismantling the guns.


But being in the place

Of dark in between:

I grow insecure gardens,

Thoughts scatter doubts seed.


My feet wobbly

On the side of cliffs

Nails dirt ragged

Joints clinging stiff


Strategically warring

Securing foreign lands first

I detonate foundations

From unquenchable thirst


Overthinking fantasies

Standard operating procedure

But yet- when I look to my side

You give signs that are eager


Hope blooms encouraged

To give it my all

Maybe one day

We will walk after this crawl






One comment

  1. Pie · February 20, 2017



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