For all, I am an act;
Tiresome improv, a battle of cast
Lost eyes in bowls of talk
Stalled tongue in explosions of thought
For all, I am not there;
Crouched behind curtains
Clenched ears of panic
Clawing for escape
For all, I am them;
A mime, a mirror
A mountain river escaping to sea.
For all, but you.
- Author: danmc96 ( Offline)
- Published: November 24th, 2023 15:51
- Category: Love
- Views: 10
Comments1
Fantastic.
Thank you, that means a lot.
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