I'm curious within my pattern of thinking why words are intended to be deep. The flow is a present wrapped in a bow, close by your heart to keep. Imagination gets creative as I watch expression appear in smiles on a face. Aching for more, is desire burning for what takes place. Love can be the high, making body language twitch ever so smooth. Speechless in hesitated breathing, unleashes striking inside a mood. Unable to read a mind of thoughts that lust for something unknown. Feeling the warmth in my core, is the sanctuary that I call home. Value becomes priceless in the ones that involve themselves next to my soul. Crossing into a path is the force of electric energy grasping gravity's pull. It doesn't need to be physical when I explain the depth of definition to feel. But to hold a powerful influence in their presence, can be overwhelmingly real.
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ChaoticInsight81 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I write on a daily basis of what I believe and feel. There are days of victory, but also wounds that need to heal. It's an ongoing war between mind and heart. Knowing that it won't end anytime soon, unable to finish what I start.
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